Chakra Control lyrics

[Intro: DBangz, J.Norm, & Snottyman]
What you doin' with that my n*gga?
What are you talkin' about?
If you wanna click some buttons, my n*gga, go ahead
Who said they wanna [?]
We pushin' buttons over here, you know what I'm saying
It's madness, we goin' crazy (Yeah, I hear you [?], we doin' Snot [?])
We goin' crazy, we throwin' keyboards, n*gga
We throwin' keyboards left and right
We don't even know what's going on, the keyboards goin' crazy
Get the teleprompters here quick! (We need 'em)

[Verse 1: Snottyman]
Don't tense up, when the wall hit the fence
Y'all pressed up, I ain't messed up
Life ain't 'bout the cars, but I think I want a Tesla
Mind over matter, with the money on the dresser
Round of applause, for n*ggas that be stacking they cars
On boulevards, gravity, dragging them jaws into a pause
If you know that it's a b*tch, then you know that it's a law
You could fumble, you could fall
It's never your fault, but the failure just a part
From the part to the start, the rile rocky life is hard
Shuffle and I get the thot, bubble drawn
Bubble, tumble, fubble, bubble, into rubble, now it's gone
Brushin' off an error be like losin' a pawn
I like to ponder what kinda moves that we be on
Light, speed, and beyond
[Verse 2: DBangz]
Look, it's the same few n*ggas I'm casually splittin' cash with
Passionless, indefinite, causes that make me passive
It's only the loyal homies I actually spark a stash with
Told me the world is crazy, it's easy to get your back slit
Better watch your 6, especially when it's past six
The musty flamin' faggots is savage, hard as a ass grip
Takin' all the loot to the Camri, my family stack clips
My trigger finger happy, let's grab it and see who's fastest
Now who's the greatest rapper on the plateau?
The new school cat, to the boom bap, Mr. Rap Slows
Tell the hatin' ass n*gga to make his ass to know
That DBangz sign b*tches asses after his rap shows
So tell all the faggots to pay attention
And DBangz is cooler than parties b*tches attendin'
I'm never in a drought, I just fall back on my pension
Couple homies locked inside, why do I feel like I'm fenced it?

[Verse 3: J.Norm]
Why do I feel like I'm fenced it?
I'm trapped up in the addiction
I can't acknowledge the friction
I came to polish my mentions
I might demolish your mission
My trigger finger is itchin'
I'm shootin' straight through your tension
I'm the one who rhymes is overbearing
I blast at the competition without missin' just for staring
Y'all be swearin' up and down that I'm the fancy clown
Who dipped around the lonely town and now that n*gga can't be found
[Outro: J.Norm]
Look, my one regret is I ain't make enough threats
I had to come and get these checks so I could spend it on sweats
'Cause you never know the need to dash or run
Often I pick up the pen and pad and I spaz for fun
Often I look at my mom and dad and think of what I've become
"Oh boy, you've came a long way, but you still look like a bum"
I said, "The boy been bad, I used to beat on the drums"
And now a n*gga takin' over with the three weird sc*m