Lyrics:
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
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a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
older but they had no shoulders
I'm tired of asking for help, since I was young it's been me by myself
When I got older I say how they felt
They told me
a phase
I'm not even doing it for your love
Not even for the praise
They really try to hold me back
Putting my album on delay
Crossing through the critics
nigga my sons, Chris Paul[00:48.47]You a whole bitch nigga, RuPaul[00:50.21]Mardi Gras took the top of the roof off[00:51.94]I can't Fuck the broad raw by
on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock
singing this song
The album done now u could listen in a hour
I'm putting in the hours yea I'm puttin in the hours
I was in my feels but I'm back and I'm
getting to these verses
I think I like em but I'm nervous
To show them kids, if the heard this
They might say the word is that nerd Chris got some courage
I
your rap like a synagogue
Bro you like Jackson Avery you written out
You know that the album wasn't coming in May right
Hundred racks on me but the rest
my family all that money back they done given me over the years
(For real though)
Manifesting my future I wanna get rich and famous (I do)
This album
do rap music with ease
Me and my nigga JOE freestyles on the beat
2008
I went to the studio with CHRiS
My first time, mehn it's TeeDot on the beat
I
shooting my shot
If I'm falling then it's back
From you niggaz and thots
Almost famous is the album
And it's going to drop
Why they hating on you bro
I
you hear me?)
Oh, oh no
(Bring that beat back, bring that B-Cat)
Who did it like the King? Go tell
Sent a bunch of kids to the NFL
Did it from
I tell 'em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin'
Her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin' out I'm cummin'
And my
now resemble me
Went home to sleep, deep down, there's tension when you knowin' that somethin' missin'
Suck it up, put all of my energy back in Islah
ya ass
Me and Chris in the burban trying to catch ya ass
It's all good find reasons and we go set ya ass up
Pitcure me purchasing ya tape cover
khakis
Watchin' Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me
This my last album, motherfucker, I hope you happy
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga
on my own lil baby (Own)
Gotta do me by my lonely baby (Lonely baby)
I can't treat you like a token baby (Token baby)
This shit don't phase a youngin
Turn
Now, Chris Rock, where you at?
I heard you say some shit about some blacks,
Nigga, this been your ass back.
Come see the real deal.
Stay in
me in no high ends
This shit go right through my head
Don't see you win but I am, this game is right in my hands
Imma go, Imma go back in time
I done
fire proof
Yeah we at the top of the top
Back at it with an album again
Trash nigga already know he gon flop
Everybody already know we gon win (Back
dawgs to catch me when I'm fallin
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
[Chorus - Young Chris (2x)]
Nigga we ballin - ready for war and
Pass
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
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