[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.]

My life's a movie baby

So groovy baby



[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B]

Fly mackin', try stackin' if your paper's short

Heard I got his bitch, damn, that's what he hatin' for?

Tell it to the judge cuz, ‘cause I ain't the one to take to court

Feeling like I'm Luke Skywalker, can you feel the force?

Chill, with the guys

She ain't feeling your style, when she lovin' my vibe

So please don't kill my vibe

Hat down low, can't see my eyes

All black tint on that Maserati, can't see through my ride

I advise, stay under, ‘cause when you over it'll be over

Cut your grass when you deal with snakes or walk with the cobras

Watch your glass when you drink with fakes or like me just be sober

Ain't no luck from no clover, ain't no heaven for no soldier

Boy I told you I was raised by the tricks and jawns, pimps and cons

Born and raised in Oakland, several miles man from [?]

Ooh, man this shit we on, get blown to oblivion

Marvin Gaye with your bae, let's chill and get it on



[Hook]

What you doin'?

Ah man, I'm just chillin'

Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings

Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million

Ask me what I'm doing and I tell you

Man, I'm just chillin'

The chill, the the, the chill

Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill

The chill, the chill, the the, the chill

Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real

The chill



[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Smelling like money in my cousin's stinkin' Lincoln

Thinking ‘bout copping the crib right next to his shit

California visiting, New Orleans living in sin

Though I'm blessed, you see the lord keeps sending

Gifts, every day we eat, thanksgiving shit

Fit for a king, everything I get

Top notch broad if I ever hit

Baby girl I could build you into a business

I been here, ride to some of this realest shit

Flow deadly, sometimes I had to conceal my shit

Batteries high, charged up, I can feel it

With one switch we leaning on three wheels quick

Asking if you'll see me again, you will if

You keep the lights hot and the bibles chillin'

If one don't, another chick will listen

I school her how to get rich, and you we double sick

Ill, bitch



[Hook]

What you doin'?

Ah man, I'm just chillin'

Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings

Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million

Ask me what I'm doing and I tell you

Man, I'm just chillin'

The chill, the the, the chill

Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill

The chill, the chill, the the, the chill

Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real



[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]

Let's chill, who colder?

Twisting dope, that stank odor

Stripes in these streets, flipping quotas

Tell Spitta bring the doja, tell F.A.B. bring the bitches

Young Q got the Guinness, if you thirsty then it's crickets

Diamonds flashing, they see us

Lamborghini's passing Kia's

Looking like you need to re-up

And that bitch she ain't a keeper

If I want it I buy it

Hot on these records, tonight I'm changing climates

We coolin'

Bumping gangsta shit to keep us grooving

Make some music

I get your bitch in Jacuzzi

Yeah, see it ain't nothing like some ass

No Uber, she gets a cab

Won't love her, we lets her pass



[Hook]

What you doin'?

Ah man, I'm just chillin'

Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings

Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million

Ask me what I'm doing and I tell you

Man, I'm just chillin'

The chill, the the, the chill

Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill

The chill, the chill, the the, the chill

Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real