Collab #01: Mike Guy The Truth & FrankieThaLuckyDog "Just Chill"

Released on March 10, 2014 through Armed & Ready Entertainment / Lucky Dogz Entertainment. Written by Mike Guy The Truth & FrankieThaLuckyDog; produced by FrankieThaLuckyDog.


Lyrics:

[Intro] (FrankieThaLuckyDog & Mike Guy The Truth)
An Armed & Ready and Lucky Dogz Entertainment collaboration, right chea... FrankieThaLuckyDog in tha buildin', wit my dawg, Mike Guy the Truth...
I told ya I got ya, lil' bruh. Louisiana, stand up!


[Verse 1] (Mike Guy The Truth & FrankieThaLuckyDog)
Frankie, what up? I gotcha, dawg.
Like a vicious pit; ears biten raw!
I'm too solid to be real, I told y'all dat.
All dat hatin', milky-milky, they showed me dat.
Neva change up at all, I luv my dawg.
Steady lookin' up at God like, "Don't let me fall."
I'm doin' me 'til tha head, gotta make my bread.
Hypothermia bed wit a cold-turning trend!
Boosie Boo da best, I told y'all dat.
A Bad Azz quest wit hypothermic splats!
Kiss, kiss to my hater, walkin' all on y'all.
In abandoned dungeons wit daggers dat fall!
Mike Guy, I'm da truth, Louisiana, what it do?
Tha Dog luvs tha Boot! New York, grimy groove!
I put my life on chill, I gotta stay focused still.
Heir, deal, will, gear, heal, chill (real fa real).


[Hook] (FrankieThaLuckyDog & Mike Guy The Truth)
I like to just chill.
Just chill.
Just chill.
I like to just chill, it iz what it iz.
I like to just chill.
Just chill.
Just chill.
I like to just chill, it iz what it iz.


[Verse 2] (FrankieThaLuckyDog):
I'm FrankieThaLuckyDog, I like to chill.
I love Louisiana rappers; they keep it real.
Solid to tha grill, ya know how I feel.
I got luv for [DJ] B-Real, Big Wayne, what tha deal?
Even if ya play me, I still keep it trill.
My future real bright; one day, you'll kill.
Err-body gon come to me, like I was tha flu.
Autistic to tha bone; no clone in what I do!
I had to pull my pants up; you know tha Dog be wild.
I'm from tha north, but I live a southern style.
Be all up in tha cold; my value gon grow.
So many got luv, my status engine on pro.
One day, I'mma hit tha Boot, tell ya tha truth.
Second album droppin'; an older point of view.
R.I.P. ta no one; my land ain't die like erosion.
Chillin' wit no shirt on, I only bathe in tha frozen.


[Repeat Hook]


[Outro] (FrankieThaLuckyDog)
Yea, we chillin' ova here... From Saint Joseph to Long Island. It below-20 ova here, chillin', drivin' down hills backwards, ya heard me? Can't escape tha ice ova here! Mike Guy, what up? 'Preciate you writin' parts of this one fa me! Ya boy FrankieThaLuckyDog finna go chill in my igloo! 'Bout ta get frostbitten!