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Chin - Time Flies
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Chin - Time Flies

'Time Flies' by Chin (prod. by Chin) (Video Edited by NateyFX + Chin) Follow on Instagram! @the_real_chin @natey.fx (Make sure you select 4k resolution!) ! BEAT BREAKDOWN COMING SOON ! True Music Entertainment by Chin https://www.chintruemusic.com/ Listen to 'Time Flies' on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1ypYwg7yVNWlnlDJSHwTyd?si=OD-B4vGsS4y68b95JOfLAA Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/time-flies-single/1629775521 Like, comment, and subscribe! LYRICS: https://genius.com/Chin-time-flies-lyrics ... (How the fuck does this time keep on flying) (Yeah it’s that TM3 shit, you know how we rocking) (How the fuck does this time keep on flying) Like, like, yeah How the fuck does this time keep on flying Like keep your head up, gotta’ keep on reminding Gotta’ move tact’, yeah I gotta move fine And I smoke like a chimney I gotta stay fried Tweak on a beat, got me feeling the vibe Rather do it on feet when I get to the sliding Two stepping, I’m clicking, I’m riding Up it and I might just blow out his mind New Porsche and it stop on a dime Looking for me but I ain’t hard to find No label, self made like I don’t need to sign Now I’m moving fluent I cannot rewind like That’s the past had to leave it behind Not worried bout’ you, I’m just worried bout’ mines now Is you really gon’ ride out Like what you doing for me, had to get to that grind now Had to get me my grind up Now I got options for days, you could look at the line up Yeah I told him come try us And if we give you that trust then you better not lie to us Yeah you better not lie tonight Shit could get spooky lil’ pussy I bet you could die tonight Told shawty she dynamite I really want you, I bet you I’ll find you like Bet you I’ll find you, no running Call up my cousins I bet you get hit with a dozen Now I’m turning nothing to something Bitch you don’t know me, so how you be making assumptions I get to flaming, he shufflin’ Don’t you get stumbling or you can get hit with a hunned’ I need all the guala’, I love it This time keep on flying Like how the fuck you doing nothing How the fuck does this time keep on flying Like keep your head up, gotta’ keep on reminding Gotta’ move tact’, yeah I gotta move fine And I smoke like a chimney I gotta stay fried Tweak on a beat, got me feeling the vibe Rather do it on feet when I get to the sliding Two stepping, I’m clicking, I’m riding Up it and I might just blow out his mind New Porsche and it stop on a dime Looking for me but I ain’t hard to find No label, self made like I don’t need to sign Now I’m moving fluent I cannot rewind like That’s the past had to leave it behind Not worried bout’ you, I’m just worried bout’ mines now Is you really gon’ ride out Like what you doing for me, had to get to that grind now
Chin - backGround
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Chin - backGround

'backGround' by Chin (prod. by chin) (Video FX by NateyFX) (dir. by Chin) Follow on Instagram! @the_real_chin @natey.fx ! BEAT BREAKDOWN COMING SOON ! True Music Entertainment by Chin https://www.chintruemusic.com/ Listen to 'backGround' on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7Mnq3B7QGECM9CqnQb6qNa?si=vfEZSBwSQQO5Rha7-i4NCg Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/background-single/1629357709 Like, comment, and subscribe! LYRICS: https://genius.com/Chin-background-lyrics ... I just blew another stack, I’m thinking how I’ll make it back now Cop a brand new whip, I had to go and get it blacked out 13 thousand round the neck, like bitch I really trap now I been around the block go ahead and ask about my background Yeah I’m riding dolo 1 of 1 But I don’t do 1 on 1s I been tryna’ keep my grind, up I know better days gon come And I won’t ever run I’m always gonna get it done Don’t even call up on my phone if you ain’t talking bout’ no funds If you ain’t talking bout’ no funds stupid Then whatchu’ really doing If you ain’t talking bout’ no funds dumby’ Then tell me how you gonna’ get some money (Look) I been down bad, really fucking hungry Now my whip like 6 figures, you can’t tell me fucking nothing Hit the bank I’m cashing out, I need all blues that’s how I’m coming Now I’m back up at the house, no sleep I’m counting and I’m thumbing Now I’m back outside, moving thousands while you bumming I been working towards a milli’ think I’m really onto something Told my mother I’ma’ get her pockets stuffing (Look) And I told 3much that we coming up, straight stunting And I told shawty I ain’t fucking with no body In this for a living, I don’t do this for no hobby All up in your building 3much shutting down the lobby I move smart yeah I sit back, watch em’ all move sloppy Start another wave and I know they all gonna’ copy Beat was made by me this ain’t no youtube shit on mommy You thinking shit is sweet you might just turn into a homi’ It go gra’ gra’ gra’ gra’, shit could turn you to a zombie I just blew another stack, I’m thinking how I’ll make it back now Cop a brand new whip, I had to go and get it blacked out 13 thousand round the neck, like bitch I really trap now I been around the block go ahead and ask about my background Yeah I’m riding dolo 1 of 1 But I don’t do 1 on 1s I been tryna’ keep my grind, up I know better days gon come And I won’t ever run I’m always gonna get it done Don’t even call up on my phone if you ain’t talking bout’ no funds
Chin - Show Off
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Chin - Show Off

'Show Off' by Chin (prod. by chin) (dir. by wonton.designz) WATCH THE BEAT BREAKDOWN VIDEO HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ng9TWhxJXCM Follow on Instagram! @the_real_chin @wonton.designz (Make sure you select 4K resolution!) True Music Entertainment by Chin https://www.chintruemusic.com/ Like, comment, and subscribe! LYRICS: Life all take where is the give at I'm on a mission, I know I can't quit that 40 so big, when I blow it, it kick back Dropped outta' school like I gotta' go skip that (Damn) Like bitch I be after the big racks Talk on the gram and you don't even live that Few milli' the convo', I just gotta' sit back When we get out the hood, we ain't even gon' miss that Like, try so hard to just keep my head up Life moving fast and this shit got me fed up Copped me a Porsche and now I need a benz truck When I needed you most, you just upped and went left us Don't hit me, I ain't with the get up Applying this pressure, I ain't gonna' let up Hop in the GTS, bet you won't catch up Ain't trust in nobody like shit is a set up Ain't nobody know what you go through Act like a friend but they don't even know you Ride till' the end and that's all that I told you Cuz' talkin' is cheap, Ima' pull up and show you Like, Ima' pull up, hop in, let's go show off Don't got no budget, I ain't seein' no cost Cookin' off za, I'm so high I might doze off If I up it, that boy get to runnin' his toes off Enough is enough I know that it's fake, so don't show me no love I don't even say nothing, try to keep up I been at the bottom and shit really sucks (Like) All day I'm just tryn' make it out If I got it or not, I'm good with or without I need me this bread I don't need me no clout When I open the pack got this bitch smellin' loud Ima' roll up and smoke till' I'm done up How you hit me to chill but you don't got your funds up Make movies, it's daily, I'm getting that one up The grind never stop, I'm just lettin' it run up Watchu' know about trappin' till' sun up Watchu' know about gettin' ya' bucks up Big 40 ain't no one gon' jump us He diss on a 3, send a shot make him shut up Life all take where is the give at I'm on a mission, I know I can't quit that 40 so big, when I blow it, it kick back Dropped outta' school like I gotta' go skip that (Damn) Like bitch I be after the big racks Talk on the gram and you don't even live that Few milli' the convo', I just gotta' sit back When we get out the hood, we ain't even gon' miss that (Like) Like, try so hard to just keep my head up Life moving fast and this shit got me fed up Copped me a Porsche and now I need a benz truck When I needed you most, you just upped and went left us Don't hit me, I ain't with the get up Applying this pressure, I ain't gonna' let up Hop in the GTS, bet you won't catch up Ain't trust in nobody like shit is a set up
Chin - Gone
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Chin - Gone

'Gone' by Chin (prod. by whotfisbaba) (dir. by wonton.designz) Follow on Instagram! @the_real_chin @whotfisbaba @wonton.designz (Make sure you select 4K resolution!) True Music Entertainment by Chin https://www.chintruemusic.com/ Listen to 'Gone' on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/3Oup3qxtHmLHhYVn0KR2mS?si=M8bYAxJGT0mmBGuKm4pkvQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/gone-single/1622500446?uo=4 Like, comment, and subscribe! LYRICS: ... So much that be going through my mind Stuck in the dark like I'm just tryna' shine Gotta' stay busy, I keep to the grind I ain't worried bout' stressing that's wasting my time Move straight, I ain't messing up my line One moment I got you, the next you are gone (One moment I have you, the next you're gone) This life it could change so quick I took me a few, what you know bout' a risk I made me some bands what you know bout' a lick I'm totin' this gra what you know bout' a blick Watchu' know about getting real rich Get off of my ass, had to make me a flip Tripped a few times but I can't ever fall Don't answer the phone, don't bother to... Call Put on the gang and we ball Put trust into you, could I make you my life line I be beggin', just give me the right time I fell in love, shawty boujee like white wine I'm tryna' do better but trust me It isn't that easy to change I'm fighting these thoughts that be stuck in my brain And I'm battling demons that's stuck in my veins I guess you could say that I'm carrying baggage But when I look back, it gets me in my bag Nothing in pushing me harder than hate Get it everyday, keep it coming like that And don't show me no love if you faking Don't come around me if you gon' write a statement It's funny you hitting me up now I made it But where was ya ass when I was down in the basement Like where were you at I was up in a cell Don't come around now that I'm doing real well Don't hit me for za, I got nothing to sell When I spark up a wood, they be loving the smell I'm hiding this pain baby it's hard to tell But I'm riding for you till' it's heaven or hell I'll go crazy if I loose another Loyalty strong that's for all of my brothers And you know Ima' die for my lover or mother If he get in my way then I'm puttin' him under 40 be booming like thunder Ain't ever satisfied, I can't get rid of my hunger It ain't kill me, it's making me tougher Life always leave me with questions I ain't gonna' wonder Just gonna' move on and keep to myself Always did it my own, never needed no help I'm smoking on new za right of the shelf I gave it a few tries, thinking what else Stay high hoping days will get better This shit shaping up when I make me some cheddar With all that we've been through I'm riding forever When I get a milli, we'll take an adventure If he actin' silly, we'll knock out his dentures Baby call me and I'm sliding whenever Never give up on you, ain't no surrender You know if you need me, I'll pull up wherever
Chin - Grabba
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Chin - Grabba

'Grabba' by Chin (prod. by naitere) (dir. by wonton.designz) Follow on Instagram! @the_real_chin @naitere @wonton.designz (Make sure you select 4K resolution!) True Music Entertainment by Chin https://www.chintruemusic.com/ Listen to 'Grabba' on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0Prgj3s0dwGGxtIDs0uRlX?si=OeOu1St5S0CU1QCPvMjOYQ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/grabba-single/1618163324?uo=4 Please like, comment, and subscribe! LYRICS: (Chorus) Need it punching I roll it with grabba Stack it up like I need every dollar Chip on my shoulder it fuck up my posture Need it all I’m addicted to guala In a Porsche I don’t ride in no charger Drive by and take off his top like a barber Big vet no I ain’t no starter Learn from the past now I gotta' move smarter (Verse) New pack came right from the border Thumbing through racks gotta’ keep em' in order Smokin' blunts like I got a disorder 5 packs did it all off a quarter Off the lot and I’m whipping a shark Took a risk and I knew all that shit from the start Bitch I’m a hustler got it at heart I hop out the V had to dump it in park Big rap shit step in the spot My diamonds be blinding they dancing a lot They capping it got me in shock You ain’t get no bread watchu’ do for the block (Like) Move wok I’m in love with this knock You a joke in the streets you get mocked Bitch how you gangster I thought you was jock How you ride for the gang but you talking to cops Watchu’ know being locked in a box Spent time at the bottom to get to the top Like what do you know about getting a bag Never had me a job but I get me a lot (Like) I never finish I always say fuck it Life moving fast till’ I kick the bucket Up it this 40 gon’ sing like a trumpet Give me a rush man I really love it Moving these packs like I really trunk it Fuck with nobody I can’t ever trust it Get off of my ass nah I can’t ever bum it If I get the chance than you know Ima’ run it I get a chance you know Ima’ take that Need me a milli you know Ima’ make that Loving the booty I told her to shake that How is you broke man I really hate that (Bridge) In love with the blues yeah I get to the cash I’m taking these bands and I’m making em' stack (I’m taking these bands and I’m making em' wha’) (Chorus) Need it punching I roll it with grabba Stack it up like I need every dollar Chip on my shoulder it fuck up my posture Need it all I’m addicted to guala In a Porsche I don’t ride in no charger Drive by and take off his top like a barber (Like) Big vet I ain’t no starter Learn from the past now I gotta' move smarter