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Christopher Jose

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Aye, aye
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
I'm playing the game
You playing for fame
I'm playing like I just want speck on my name
I ain't gon' change
They changing like winter to spring
They changing like clothes when you out in the rain
I'm changing my ways
I'm feeding my brain
I'm getting this paper
Like I'm getting made
Ain't never gon' fade
I'm here forever
Like I'm Wu-Tang
I'm with the gang
I just been out hooping
I'm getting reps in
I'm shooting shots
Never called the ref in
I gotta check in
I gotta check out
I got my cheque
Said it bout to check out
NFS-ing like a motherfucker
Call my mother
Said it's all chill
I'm making a billion
When I'm on the hill
So no need to stress it
I'm chilling for real -uh
It's just how I feel -uh
I'm scratching for meals
Lottery ticket
It's all in my music
I ain't gotta deal
But I'm in field -uh
She me tell I'm raw
She tell me I'm here
The words from my jaw
Been biting the mills
I'm dreaming bout plauqes
I'm dreaming bout racks
I'm dreaming bout making her squeal -uh
I'm playing the game
You playing for fame
I'm playing like I just want speck on my name
I ain't gon' change
They changing like winter to spring
They changing like clothes when you out in the rain
I'm changing my ways
I'm feeding my brain
I'm getting this paper
Like I'm getting made
Ain't never gon' fade
I'm here forever
Like I'm Wu-Tang
I'm with the gang
I'm playing the game
You playing for fame
I'm playing like I just want speck on my name
I ain't gon' change
They changing like winter to spring
They changing like clothes when you out in the rain
I'm changing my ways
I'm feeding my brain
I'm getting this paper
Like I'm getting made
Ain't never gon' fade
I'm here forever
Like I'm Wu-Tang
I'm with the gang
Bitch don't f*ck with me
I'm feeling too big
I'm feeling too ill
That's honest
That's honest
I've been feeling pretty honest since my bitch died
Forty on my waist, and my 30 on my right side
You can't call the feds cause lil homie youse a dead guy
(Dead guy, dead guy, dead guy, double up)
Homie youse a, dead guy
We out here
Illest alive
Don't be ill informed man
Christopher Jose
T-Dot king
F*ck with us
Get right or get left.... Behind
Viral shit
Doing box office numbers since a jit
You feel me son
Get down with it
Pussy
I came, I saw, I conquered
Through missing shots, its awkward
Sitting in a room full of people who couldn't bother
Cause they don't know this hunger
They can't believe the youngest son
Would be the prodigal
And now he back just like a monster
Acting holy I got the Oscar
'Till they raided my involvement
Condoms in the dresser drawer
They acted like the opps
Came and fucked up all my objects
Lost the music and the progress
Now I'm building back up
To knock 'em out
I guess it's conscious

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