Deep (feat. Ampichino)
Chris Christopher
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Nice, hello, I'mma need mo' packs Chris, traxx, hello Yo, they see me on TV Man, they think this shit sweet You don't wanna be me They don't know this shit's deep How I think, what I see They just know my nikes clean Don't know the nights without sleep Yeah, they see me on TV Man, they think this shit sweet You don't wanna be me They don't know this shit's deep How I think, what I see They just know my nikes clean Don't know the nights without sleep I cop heavy, ten P's on the floor I'm steady gettin' my fetty You stay tucked indoors You like to chase them whores I stick with rap for sure I love the microphone, man I'm bout to make me more Hits, hard six, I'm bout to rake it more Chips, hard dick, I'm bout to feed your bitch Hard disc, I'm still sellin' CDs Wish my grandma couldn't see me rappin' on this TV Yadamean, I be talkin' so fast They be like, Chris, what did you mean by that Fifty racks in my lap When I leave my trap in less than 24 hours I'ma need more packs Stacks, I'm smokin' while I count my racks Tax, I'ma add on top of all my bags Couldn't see the snakes, so I cut all my grass You lookin' at your curtains while I roam the streets Goddamn Yo, they see me on TV Man, they think this shit sweet You don't wanna be me They don't know this shit's deep How I think, what I see They just know my nikes clean Don't know the nights without sleep Yeah, they see me on TV Man, they think this shit sweet You don't wanna be me They don't know this shit's deep How I think, what I see They just know my nikes clean Don't know the nights without sleep Hope you never slip You know we been peelin' shit You ever buy a whip And some coke from the dealership Fasho we was in this shit Cold as the winter is You ever been shot before Hit you with a illa clip Killin' shit at ten Lost his innocence Went to the pen Since then he been militant Moms on drugs Dad a guerrilla pimp Never had love on the ave Start drillin' shit Start dealin' bricks The chick he was dealin' with Never had feelings for the bitch Made her hit the strip Catch you lackin Hit the switch Then hit the spliff Make it look like a carjackin Strip is whipped Black men with machines Feel some type of way Thirteen cookin' cream in the microwave At fifteen with them things Make a tidal waves Seventeen for the team I took a life away Yo, they see me on TV Man, they think this shit sweet You don't wanna be me They don't know this shit's deep How I think, what I see They just know my nikes clean Don't know the nights without sleep Yeah, they see me on TV Man, they think this shit sweet You don't wanna be me They don't know this shit's deep How I think, what I see They just know my nikes clean Don't know the nights without sleep
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