| This one's for Chilly Chill, (Food and Liquor) flow Strong like it's been distilled by
 Hillbillies in the hills and we move down to Beverly
 So heavenly, waking niggas up like revelry
 We won't be going back to you regularly, so forget it
 Shadow flow, colder than Punxsutawney Phillip
 My mind's on dope, my brain's on skillets
 Thoroughly trained to just bang off lyrics
 Bang bang bang like Pops Wayans
 (Witherspoon) or with a fork
 Was coming out my egg like Mork, deserves his own head on Rushmore
 Flood the game like a giant in a dwarf's shorts
 So long niggas, career so short it should be riding on a horse
 Mines is a horse, but mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort
 Yours is a pony, it could sleep inside a Porsche
 I am on point like the eating side of forks
 So keep your head down like your reflection in a spoon
 Chilly Chill will be out of corrections real soon
 Enemy, god willingly
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