Chill The F*ck Out

Chill the Fuck Out

Genre: Rap


(Verse 1)

Yo, Mac Cracker, man, you trippin' hard,  
Think you gotta hustle, like you playin' cards,  
Pressure on your back, weight like a ton,  
But you’re flexin’ too damn much, son, just have fun!  
Bitches on your vibe, they feelin' the grind,  
But you actin' like a fool, losin' your mind.  
Thug life, yeah, we ballin’ with the crew,  
But you too stressed, man, what’s wrong with you?  


(Chorus)

Chill the fuck out, Mac, breathe and relax,  
Quit takin' that L, start cuttin' them cracks.  
Ain’t no need to flex, ain’t no need to thug,  
Life’s a wild ride, just give it a shrug.  
Chill the fuck out, Mac, let it all go,  
You’re a king in the game, let your spirit glow.  


(Verse 2)

In the mirror, bro, you seein' a mess,  
Livin' like a beast, but feelin' like less.  
Got the world on your shoulders, but you ain't alone,  
We ride or die, man, just chill on your throne.  
Ballin' all day, but your heart’s in a cage,  
Break free, Mac Cracker, step off that stage.  
Life ain't no race, you ain't gotta compete,  
Just vibe with the flow, man, feel that beat.  


(Chorus)

Chill the fuck out, Mac, breathe and relax,  
Quit takin' that L, start cuttin' them cracks.  
Ain’t no need to flex, ain’t no need to thug,  
Life’s a wild ride, just give it a shrug.  
Chill the fuck out, Mac, let it all go,  
You’re a king in the game, let your spirit glow.  


(Outro)

So raise up your cup, toast to the night,  
Stop fightin' yourself, it’ll be alright.  
Mac Cracker's the name, now own that shit,  
Life’s too short, man, just live it, don’t quit!

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