Lyrics:
ignorant and young, psycho sicko negro
They know that I just fuck and be gone (gone)
Drivin crazy halfway dumb
Don't stop even when the law come, believe
a mishap
Ray Chris they ain't gone get that
Hold up, I go nuts
Tell the po-pos I'm doing donuts
I'm a retired hoe
I ain't giving no fucks
Take hold of your
to review the morals y'all live by
My main bitch a thorobread
Give a nigga thoro head
Call this my spit shine flow
Cause my bars be clearing heads
Y'all all
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
I’m on call, niggas know I’m on demon time
No encore, hold it down for the one time
Young Chris Paul, I see it all when I hit the dime
All out war,
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
Now we can settle this like you got some class
Or we can get into some gangster shit
Hey, Chris, I don't want no issues, bruh
I don't want no
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
talking to you ma'fuckas
If I don't make you niggas proud
Then this should never be allowed
Misunderstood, just over heads
Just in your ears, although you
Have faith and I will never ever leave
I love you
I want you
Have faith in a young OG
Have faith and do a B.I.G
I heard she tastes by the safeties
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
into it
But then it comes back
Whenever I get too ahead of myself
I just gotta be more humble
But I'm back, bro
Double album coming
They're ready,
be distracted by this one, that one
Or other sounds
You can talk that hate but it's
Better to spread that love around
This is just that wisdom I
Give
respect bitch you dub I stand on a hunnit you ain’t Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get it stop fronting if the dick too
in a bodybag
21 with a switch on it call it chris johnson new york jets
Why the fuck you call it that that switch make that bitch shoot out facts
When
caught bobbin' on the head
Of a Baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin'
(Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set)
Runnin' through
Look, My life's a party I'm just
Tryna get my fun in
While I'm young and going hard and
This shit I say is stunnin'
I bust in your face just to
Let
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Yeah, oh Jin a Ruff Ryder?
What's goin' on?
oh yeah
(Chorus)
(I don't know) why everybody's talking bout me
is he really gonna be a hot mc
asking if
go blind
RIP Chris, you speak about him? Shit
We prolly gon' slide
Pulling up in new Rollie, shit
I'm prolly on time
Caught him in his whip like
He
the cocaine, drugs, what a turnabout
You don't got no reason to judge me
Life's a bitch this is Chris Story
I've must've lost my brain
But I was young so I
my young Gs are carrying
His blade same length as a javelin
I don't know about B-ball, what's happenin'
But know that it's fucked if he's travellin'
This gon be the realist shit I ever wrote
You gonna probably have to run this back and take some notes
As a young'n it was etched in me
This child's
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