Lyrics:
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
Baby sing relax and feel him
Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls killin' me
She mad because
teeth
He don't know what to do with me
And the river road's black as hell
Especially when there ain't no moon
Creepin by your back door, peekin in your
I been talking to myself
Breaking down a bail
I been smoking by myself
100 on the dash
I'm whip it how I want
N this cup got willie wonk
Where
at
AMG 53, Ill wreck that
I said that I'm a prom god, I know the niggas meant that
I know that that's your bitch, but by the way, I had to bend that
a lot of em ain’t made it at(Ain't made it)
When the homey Skoota died I swear to god it was a major death(Aye R.I.P)
Look out for your ppl you never know
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
out the story of my life
But it's time to put a change in, improvise
Take a minute or wherever
Your attention interlies
You're begging for my time
Like
Well how do you do private William Mcbride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
overwhelming as fuck, man
By a landslide, the most stressful time I’ve ever had in my life
But you know, that’s what life’s about, you know?
You have your ups,
you out
Your Mother had you naturally
Naturally's the way you came out
You know your your own mind
And you show it to me
Give me the high sign
When you
I'm back like a rebel making trouble
I'm an Assassin, kickin ass on the double
No motherfucker alive's gonna stop me
So fuck you and your goddamn
I got testimony for niggaz
You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped
Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit
When you back up
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that
good friends are never apart
Guess that's true
Memories are treasures
Pleasures with the emotions that we cherish
Flourish with your destiny in mind
So
the water
Waitin' for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at The Crib
We gon' get with your glamour, long as we know where it is
Tell you ain't a player
Some snakes who just be liars in front your face or behind ya back
And mane that's hella whack but pay attention 'cause who you attract
Is a reflection
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
where I been at?
I probably put out like
One trash album (God's Got Me!)
Everything you else?
You can crank it pass the volume
But when I heard yours
and party in Beale Street|Playing old guitar|Pick your poison my friends|To Wet Willie's Bar||Smoking down the corner|staggering in the crowd| come on little
have ice on their neck
But God has eyes (icy) on my album
Because I baked an album off of my flaws
Yeah, make good use of your pain
I got a phone it's
want to mess wit you
But I ain't ready to have sex wit you
And I don't mind caressing on you
But I need to be, I need to be
You know I need to be
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