CHRONIC Video (MV)

Mirwin, what's goin' on
Smokin' all these rappers, that's the chronic
100 bars a day they still wonder if I got it
You're still in 101 it's like, you don't even want it
Traded pussy for the bars, like my name's Joe Exotic
Yeah
They're tellin' me I'm iconic like I'm Taylor or something
I've been flyin' across the country like I'm Taylor or something
I still see you in my comments like a hater or something
I guess they're probably mad I finally made it or something
I treat my shows like a therapist when I'm in a rut
I need a visa for Ibiza 'cause I'm openin' up
When I step in to a session I need 200 bucks
I think we're finally breakin' through that's why I never gave up
They used to put me on the window workin' drive thru and shit
But I got bigger fish to fry, I got a callin' and shit
Remember when I was younger no one texted me shit
But now they're tryna slide through, they're finally dialin' shit
Ain't it funny how things changed 'cause I'm hot like propane
Saw another old flame she don't treat me the same
Said she wanted friends with benefits that 401K
You didn't love me back then please get out of my face
These rappers ain't lovin' your beats, they're platonic
Blue faces, lookin' depressed at my wallet
She said she wants a ring but girl, you're not Sonic
Nowadays been living for me, if I'm honest
They wanna draw a line through my circle like a Nissan
Me and my team we could put you on the decline
100 unread texts, and I don't even respond
Killin' all theses beats and they don't even respawn
I'm tryna find the point of your verse it's all nada
Circle 'round the beat, I see that's no problem
Someday you gotta kill your prey if you don't wanna die
'Cause your wings'll get weak but now you're oh so fly
This that Tajin on mangos, Concord 11 flow
Each 16's a classic, Juliet and Romeo
Pull up to the concert, performin' at the Maury show
Sonnin' all these rappers ain't a problem, gotta let 'em know
This the type of shit like when Kenobi battled Anakin
Me against the beat, I need a challenge like a mannequin
This an arms race, every verse I'm known to brandish it
Wreckin' instrumentals and I never pay the damages
I'm on call, you need a verse? I got another sixteen
Plus ten, times three, probably chillin' in my trash bin
Your best work's worse than my half-assed captions
Bet on myself and now I'm finally 'bout to cash in
This shit is too easy for me, no diarrhea
Just hit the afterparty, I know I won't see ya
Been rockin' the boat with these quotes like Aaliyah
Still got offers on the table even if I don't need 'em
Oh boy you're actin' hard again, v-necks and cardigans
Listenin' to Pop Smoke while orderin' an ottoman
See you actin' tough but your father works at parliament?
When this song plays you're like, "Damn, he's really goin' in."
Been that motherf*cker like DOOM
Abbreviated rappers couldn't make "Mm...Food"
I'm tryna go global, you already know the move
Cappin' when I'm rappin' ain't something that I do
Been having too much fun, I might go back to brunette
Six verses in the chamber, wanna play some roulette
Opinion split down the middle kinda like a duplex
But if you don't love me now, I don't know what to do next
Faith like this moves mountains ya know
How many damn years did it take Pompeii to blow
Nowadays I'm workin', I've been livin' show to show
Chronic rapper, x factor, 'til the day my credits roll, damn