Chuck Inglish – Came Thru
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Came thru
Doing them things that who gone insane do
I’m getting turnt like a page, fool, white girl on my table
TDE, it’s the label, stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Conseco, we balling
But this ain’t no ball game and I ain’t got no bat
And all y’all niggas small changed, and ain’t getting no change back
Saber tooth, coldest cat
She rode the dick, I wrote a rap
My lips black, I look like Eazy E (Soulo!)
Snap back to the back (Soulo!), y’all can’t fuck with me
I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you see in 3
Still off of that PMP but I trade Patron for promethazine
Got off half a P in like half a week, my face all in the magazines
Martin Luther had a dream, that’s why my broad is European
High power, bitch that’s the team, The cool kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
[Hook]
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got lean on top of these ice cubes
Be beat done by Chuckie
Did the show, hit the door
Bag a bitch (easily)
And she ain’t never leavin me
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yo I came thru easily
Bitch trippin off DMT
Word of Mouf that’s DTP
Put yo ass in that DDT
Ab-Soul, that’s TDE
Pass a blunt, grab a cup
Keep it cold with these hoes
Free your soul, smack a truck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out there who be dealing ‘caine
That really ain’t my thing, I just fill my brain
With all this information, bitch my dick is waiting
You gon suck it or not? That’s her invitation
These bitches hatin’ while some sayin’ that this kid’s amazing
Keanu Reeves, Jose leave then I get replacements
Me, I’m shaded out in Vegas in the latest shit
Only 20, funny I’ve been killin shit since ’86
Came thru easily, and I’m livin so great
Pop molly back in ’09, all y’all bitches is late
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish]
I’m Chuck Inglish, that’s my name
Point fingers, I do my thang
Shooters, scooters, cruisers, who could get through that to you?
Slingin chains, swing swings, something clean and y’all don’t see it
Think I’m tweaking bruh? For them features bruh?
Fuck around with me and blow your re-up cuz
Tryna keep up, this ain’t yo game my G
Everything that you see is probably styled by me
I’m rockin OG’s, with the Nike Airs, slightly rare
Fuck the OZ’s of the Jack Herer [?]
Vincent here, we outta there, the block in here
[?] topping broccoli spears
Real with the dishes like Stockton here
Swish, I gotta shoot my shot in here
Focused on the prize, that’s why I squint my eyes for real
See in people’s eyes, wide-eyed like you popped a pill
Real deal Bill with the highly skilled copped a deal