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Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get

you work harder or less

[Young Chris]
Just give it all to my daughter wit death
Until then love me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tall when

the house without telling your momma
I'm tryna cop me a beamer for the summer
Got A+ in the trap i need me a honor
Drift in the whip like Bryan O'Connor
Your

That I take i keep falling back in trouble
My loved one that gon stand by me
Real recognize real
Need to see I
Forever in yo favor
Love me at my worst

to the left, at photoshoots rocking Mitchell and Ness
Ali Shaheed barking on me, he vexed (come on, son)
"Do it again, and I'm making sure Chris Lighty takes

da women
We gangstas and there aint a day that goes by
A hustler dont look back and reflect on his life
We customed the ice guns grams and dice

the sky, yea
Can you not give me them eyes, Think I'm giving that bitch butterflies
If it's indigo I'm wanting me a vett
I fucked that from the back on my

of bad about that
And I know you did too

So whatever you say, it's all fine by me
Who the fuck anyway wants a Christmas tree
Cause the snow keeps

of me
All potential took back into peasantry
My mental is fucked and I'm miserable
One broken family radiates
My neighbors just fine by the looks of it

ass nigga you so wicky-wack
I'm a gorilla I'll blow your wig back
Bitch is a squirter she let me lick that
Aye
Real hoodlum shit pull up on your bitch

here, you gotta drop one last gem on them
Knahmsayin?
Immortal Technique: No question, it's like the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but

AfricAryaN

Logic

Everybody

2017

feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?

Yo Dylan, guess what
Casey added me back on snap yesterday
So I can finally plant my seed in her

I come from the streets I was made in the pavement

on that wave? 
When Peace is not the cool thing for me to push or to claim
And Connor got no biz’ talking hood mechanics
Go get back to being driven, get

cents I pull out Stacked

Connor that Quarter Back
Asthma Attack
Ass Fat Proud Snack
Heart Gold and Black
No Class but a Hard Pass
Focused on stating

Now the same ones who turned their back on me wanna get involved (Uh huh)
That's why I'm always picking up when the cheddar calls (Hello?)
I'm fired up,

the summer
Drop an album i get Dumber
Call me Brandon call me Connor I got bitches every corner
That's on me Nigga
I can look after yo bitch Go to sleep Nigga

be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can

with the shrimp like you know

Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album

in it so fine
By the only people he trusted that wanted him to resign
I'd go back
And smoke a blunt with Achilles
Toss him a pair of Timbs and watch

dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, I ain't the vet
N I

dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, i ain't the vet
N I

still feel alright
Dropping albums like the shots that am gonna go and take tonight
She playing hard to get but my dick be her kryptonite
She made me

Italian Story
Music and Lyrics: Chet Lam
Arranged and produced by Chris Connors

From the Florence sun to the Venice moon
On and on I travel
Without