Intro: And hopefully, you’ll dig this tune. This that Chill…This that Chill Factor Now. Shouts out Ashton Travis for the inspiration
Verse: If you didn’t know that I didn’t know myself till’ my first year of college here it goes. From the time that my teeth used to grind cheerios till’ the first rhyme that I bust when you hear me flow. Homie, I was an absent, hollow capsule with passion lacking wealth of knowledge of self to make me captain of my perception. The lens that’s aligned with my mind’s own direction, I decided to align with myself. And two days before my birthday, I’m recollecting on the mode of my progression. Thus far, you can say at times I’ve been reckless. Been through a couple of changes mind stuck in a daze where I’d daydream for what seemed a couple of days and I’d stay thinking of the changes I’d made.

It was a big transition from that early dope boy rap to the cat you’re listening to now. Self-exploration (you’ve got to know just who you be now now). Self-discovery (Got to know just who you be now now). Know that when you living in this nation. (This nation that we’re living in). Al-always gotta know who you be. (Gotta know just who you be)

Verse 2: Now days I may come off as slightly eclectic with a style that can’t nobody mess with. My checklist reads 1. Start enjoying your life. Live a little, have some fun. It could all end tonight. 2. Follow your heart and what it tells you. What’s .3? Be as you as you can be. 4. Since you never know what’s in store, keep a little caution with you. Don’t get caught in the system. .5 Keep doing what you’re doing. Young entrepreneur. Aspiring music connoisseur. We know you’ll make a great impact one day. Well I already have according to what some say. I’m weird like accordion sounds when I’m around. But cool so you could never coin the boy corny man. Spontaneous, I manage to style change it. People tryna figure me out. It’s wild ain’t it? Yep, But check, that ain’t the realest ish I’ve ever wrote. But it’s damn sure one of my more impressive quotes.

Right now I’m feeling on top with it. Spitting that ill hip-hop you dig it. This here’s that fixing of chicken drumsticks, greens, butterbeans, squash, and chitlins. Plus a lil splotch of gravy if your tummy got room and you want that extra flavor…you can sop your biscuit. I said stop and listen, cop a dish. You have just entered la puerta of Carlos’ kitchen. Stop and listen, cop a dish, you have just entered la puerta. Yo, if you didn’t know, I try to keep it real so the speaker feel ears with the deepest parts of me that you never get to hear. Boy I’m like that grape straight off the vine. Just ripe with a taste that’s divine. That’s right, and since I’m aging all the time, the agent in my rhymes develops into better wine. Fasho that’s ill man you’re listening to the depths of a man who made mistakes afraid to go back to days of gray. I like rainbows and hazes of shade on my ankles amazing grace. Lord, tha-tha-thank you for the blessings you’ve been giving me. All of the times that were hearing me when I was just out of my mind. Trying to figure if I needed to change some part of my living but now since you gave this gift to me, I must make my voice known for history’s sake. This beat here and the energy got me needing to say “sho nuff’ Scottdamn homie I am C-H-A-R-L-E-S.” This music is the rubric. I don’t fail these tests. No No. Why? Cause I’m writing bout my life. I said “Scottdamn homie I am C-H-A-R-L-E-S.” This music is the rubric. I don’t fail these tests. No No….