Lyrics:
it
Don’t wait for it
Verse 2
Skepticism
A new religion if you didn't get the mechanism to they cynicism
Here's a front seat to my narcissism
like where the bomb at
Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb will make a niggy go
in a hookah with 3 snouts
Feels like a bazooka as soon as you breathe out
We on that homegrown retarded greenhouse
Type of shit you take 2 hits
falling
I ain’t falling in love
I ain’t falling you better know
Next time I’ll be standing in love- standing in love
Verse:2
Ok standing talk
No matter
cocaine
All we know is gang bang
Robbing opps like Uncle Sam
Molly brown it’s got a tan
I’m standing next to Emiliano
And he smoking on some dope
KJC is
it to my sister
Employ my nephew let him gain some wisdom
My son watching try to teach him you ain’t gotta be no product, of these niggas system
My
Some trust with him
So I can meet my two brothers and my sister
Emotional blister
From you being gone
From the day you died
Riley went to hide
Even
Miami and you know I got my heat hot
And I feel like spotem if I spotem he gone be got
And I feel like Spotem too cause I be riding with that G-shock
a switch or two
Still the same old red
Chill with them youngins, but got my game from the old heads
Trynna then yall dudes, killed you in college bro
Show's
into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you know it
You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way
And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days
Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub
and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by
and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by
pretty, all my niggas brazy
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you
confront
Y'all niggas lunch, I'ma negate
'Less I am hungry, I ain't a bully
You got a 20? I got 3k i broke an artist
I'm Bobbi Brown, yeah, you Mary Kay
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
two
Prayin for young souls to laugh at life through the stars
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody
born
From Michelle Brown my mother hell bound
Grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't around
So many stories that's another
I'm thinking damn
your
Style off Bassman and Trigga a likkle bit
My style's strong a likkle bit
You can't scare me with Wing
Chun a likkle bit spit two bars
Draw for
Bit** it’s me
Got a gift at rapping, listen please
From OCD to two CDs you find under your christmas tree
I’m top 5 to be concise, I got drive, I’m extra
J.R. Writer:]
Ma I'm Wat you Been Missin In Ya Life
You Been Missin In Ya Nites
Plus I'm Lookin 4 Wat you Call A Ms. For Mr. Right
Ma Make you
and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you
are lookin' for. I mean the next generation ya' heard me?
Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!]
1st
Cause this is from me to you
From yours truly, Chris
It's a lot of things on my mind
Stacking money like three six five
It's a lot of things on my
Can't touch my pen like the stove
Ain't a stripper but I stay wit a pole
Niggas don't live by the code
Missing them shots you better reload
Stealing
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