i could just chill and kick a rap or two
but instead i might just diss your crew
but if you diss me, it's cool
no sweat off my brow
no chip on my shoulder
so ill like coppin a quarter of doja when you're fresh outta bud plus a liter of soda
i might debate the taste of pepsi versus cola
with the homies, but always keep it passin like the solar
masses in the atmosphere whether in a passenger
seat or in a lavender field, you feelin me, dawg?
this tree's eclipsing me like a syzygy
mind and body aligning like symmetry
i spend way too much time starin at the moon
wondering if i'll ever walk its hallowed halls like apollo
as i follow my muse to the ends of the earth
and if i fall off, man, i just hope that they heard that

in order to survive
you gotta smoke weed, drink brew, get high, whatever
life's a bitch and then you die
in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets
in order to survive
you gotta smoke weed, drink brew, puff lie, whatever
life's a bitch and then you die
in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets

or live a bit less so try not to fret i’ve let it infect
my mind and body till i feel i’m filled up with stress
and paranoia, but i’ve learned in times of duress
rushing tends to make things more of a mess
so roll up some cess and sit and inspect
what i gotta do to let my mind be at rest
these days i like to chill by myself for a sec and
leisurely pull up a beat to dissect
sometimes when i’m feeling it i’ll beat on my chest
imagining all the crowds that i’m hoping to bless
some see it as a broke in the head, dream in the flesh
but i don’t need that respect, i got it made like special ed
or the okc thunder with these fair weather friends
but at least they acknowledge when they smoke with the best
it’s ren and miles (light one up) willing the text
to spill through the speaker and by now y’all should know the rest cuz

in order to survive
you gotta smoke weed, drink brew, get high, whatever
life's a bitch and then you die
in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets
in order to survive
you gotta smoke weed, drink brew, puff lie, whatever
life's a bitch and then you die
in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets

the chillest villain in the building
iller than victor freeze minus cryogenics and penicillin
the next mad scientist: if it ain't ruff, it ain't me
shit, i was called mc ren before i ever emceed
that's a reflection of my roots yall (west, west, yall)
i'd rather lay back, but could slaughter cats if i so choose, dawg
but what's that gon prove? even if i can't lose
i still can't win, and satisfaction's never guaranteed
survival is fulfillment that's why i'm vibin with the realest
chillin, twistin swishas, gettin lifted, spittin lyrics
that try to mimic the spirits hittin me, awestruck
and if i don't quite get it, it's all good, it's all love
i keep my eyes low, fixed to the page
with smoke in the air like king james before games
burnin vials of god's gift till yall are liable to witness
antithesis, you're now surviving with the chillest

so just chill, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
so just chill, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

yeah just chill, in order to survive
you gotta get high
life's a bitch and then you die
that’s why we get high, to learn to live with regrets
in order to survive
you gotta, yallready know, puff lie, whatever
life's a bitch and then you die
in order to survive gotta learn to live with regrets