No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready Nigga, for real Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready Practice, what the fuck is practice? What the fuck is practice? Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah Don't

This is what you call a flip Ten keys from a quarter brick Bentley from his mama's whip K.O.D., he hard as shit Don't give a fuck and I'm somewhat insane If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby My life is too crazy, no actor could play me And the