Sorry I miss spelled alot of shit it is 6 am and I jsut got back from the bar

Chronick your verses are like a teddy bear//
cute and cuddle even somewhat bubbly//
Think you can run with niggas I run wit//
Think they won't hit//
You in the skull, think they won't shit//
On what you might spit?//
Come to think that everything I thought was true//
Smoking some shit like chronick was a joke to you//
but to me it is part of life to get you out the way//
and then I will put some away for another day//
to come back to when everything is grey//
I never thought I would sit here and say//
but smoking you was the best way//
to ease the stress I get from a life with no way//
out, don't clout your mind with this little rhyme just give up and tell them I won this time//