Video 4 Gig Nasa de Chester Watson 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Chester Watson - 4 Gig Nasa Lyrics

[Hook]
Stare into the black hole
Images of castles
Vivid like a fractal
I make my demands and I don't do it like an asshole
Pivot like an axle
Looser than your bitch
Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk
Listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke

[Verse #1]
Bacon, eggs, and [afros?], wardrobe only natural colors
White on white or black clothes
Headed for the astral for a minute, hit it back though
Alchemist and astrologist are my comrades, so
Know that I ain't fucking with these niggas from the get-go
Not even pissed, I don't trust those not in my clique, yo
So actually, I'm just relaxing
Skate to the bodega, get a Faygo and a Magnum just in case
Cause you never know what could happen
With that black abracadabra, pull a rabbit out a hat

[Hook]
Cloak black holes
Images of castles
Vivid like a fractal
I make my demands and I don't do it like an asshole
Pivot like an axle
Looser than your bitch
Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk
Listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke


[Verse #2]
Hey check it, listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke
Studying the vectors in this sector of the black, oh wait
I skated the Raymond [Devos?], got faded, famous, and better
I'm watching the [Jasinski?] study Fellini, I missed the weather
But not too much for a day, texts from the inside
Begin morphing into a sage, the organism behemoth
Exorbitant in his range, no questioning
And if you get close enough, you can tell he got leather skin
[Sigh better?] the devilish

[Hook]
Stare into a black hole
Images of castles
Vivid like a fractal
I make my demands and I don't do it like an asshole
Pivot like an axle
Looser than your bitch
Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk
Listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke

[Hook]
Stare into a black hole
Images of castles
Vivid like a fractal
I make my demands and I don't do it like an asshole
Pivot like an axle
Looser than your bitch
Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk
Listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke