Chaos (Ft. Anonymous)
(Prod. By Zap)

Verse I: (Alvin Misfit)
N***as stuck on ground level, my shit is on Neptune
Jumpin' n***as like Statham, like a fugitive I'm bad news
Waitin' up for my blessings I'm posted like statue
Young n***a takin' big shots man I've been feelin' like Jesus
N***as winnin' those awards pssh nah n***a they average
I know better rappers they can't peak with their standards
I've been on the move makin' moves, polish my actions
They way I scale these bars they could never mess with my balance
I'm top dawg like Jay Rock, K Dot
Pullin' flows from my toll box, Yeah I let her sip up from my juice box
These n***as outta shape like a car needed some new shocks
Put in some money and the music pop like a jukebox

Pre Hook: (Alvin Misfit)
Breakin' bread with my day ones yeah, never switched
Major league like the Yankees yeah, on the swing
No pressure I'm a genius yeah, I'm in the mix
In the game been consistent yeah, never trip

Hook: (Alvin Misfit)
See I'm busy causin' chaos yeah
Causin' chaos
Busy causin' chaos yeah
Causin' chaos
Busy causin' chaos yeah
Causin' chaos
Busy causin' chaos yeah
Causin' chaos
Verse II: (Anonymous)
Other day a homie told me that he heard the game
Ain't the same, n***as cap they just do it for the fame
Oh you rap you got chains so you thinkin' you got flame
Boy relax know your place 'fore you jump to switchin' lanes
Got a secret cravin' for the high life
Hidden fetish I'm a livin' legend in a timeline where the young livin' reckless
Dumb n***as weildin' weapons
Bubblegum raps make records
Trap n***as sellin' guidlines how to pop a pill
N***as hittin' leaks just to kill the feel
Buy some liquor that they can't afford
And some bitches that just want the gold
Send my prayers hope they reach tha lord
Lose my blessings I can not afford
Move through the tension the pressure's absorbed
Learnt me some lessons that helped me evolve, aye
Now I'm on it, kill the game yeah
Yeah I own it yeah
Think I changed yeah I noticed
Ain't the same chubby n***a that you met way back in pre school
Now I'm in tune with the greats, fuck n***as can not relate
Way I be kickin' the rhymes you would swear a n***a know a lil Kung Fu
Nah I been plottin' for days now it's time to get that bread n***a
Bank accounts with like seven digits
Couple bitches that gon' wash my dishes
Know she gold diggin' but she fit tha picture
Everybody wanna live good, ain't nobody wanna be broke
I just wanna get the stories heard
Feel like thats how I'm a let it go
Shit I always had a problem lettin' go
I just let it flow, mix up the antidote
Searchin' for the perfect recipe or remedy that could heal my soul
Heal my soul, need to just heal my soul
Outro: (Anonymous)
Man, feel like a n***a would've kept goin' with shit man like all the way, for real fam