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the Tahoe
Curtis Jackson, Chris Wallace, Terrence Thornton, Young Pablo

Son of all the names above, I'm nervous when they showin' love
Lotta tricks up they

work Smelling like a fine mahogany
Rhyme anomaly raps are a fine Cacophony I'm the blind oddity
You'll find no apology climbed in The back unkind like

chick
Had me freeze like a felon
When he see's a crown vik
If i shoot my shot
Shaquile i'll probably fucking miss
And i ain't no chris brown
To sing my

These niggas can't fuck wit me
I told Rod I got the sauce
Just send the recipe
They can't tell me I'm not nice
Like I don't murder beats
This shit

a lie
The feeling of vitality suggests that
I was born tonight
As Chris McCandless I will roam
To find myself before I'm gone
Long seems the road

Belief in each other is what we breathe in

Breathe how you see
From the bottom of a broken heart
(Meditate...)

(Chris)
Don't force it
I got a tendency

I'm on the Ave smoking good za
Don't talk to niggas still rockin' Raw
Get so fly, I could stand next to Jah
Good God Almighty, look at this nigga

Capps, with it, I'm it
Fall back, spitting all of that dumb rap ignorant...
Ya'll rap spitters are Chris
Crinkle of hit singles
I'm saying that the tale

told you imma put it down I don't to come play
If you wanna take a break I got some wine by the ashtray
Girl you know I love that water I ain't scared

like gina
Chris brown i cant beef with him cuz he a singer
Yeah that boy a bitch i could just tell by his demeanor
Cuh come and wipe a nigga out like he

a Glock, lil baby this a FN
You know I’m so in love with the blicks
Double back around I just wanna shoot my shit
All slimed out, but I’m not sponsored by

hit your homie
On the internet he the hardest
Slid on him now he pressing charges
Caught him in the morning left him by the garbage
No witness so they

savior 

You mild maybe got some wild flavors
Gotta ride daily by my side baby
Now we got the fire blazing
I'm calling you my lady

It's like before you

Uuuuh
Uhhhhh
Babe Is that the alarm clock
Uhhh
I’m hitting snooze, kay
I think it might be Tuesday
Or Wednesday or Thursday
Its one of those blurred

ain't nothing more to gift
And now I exist
And daddy I forgive you know you part of this
If I'm smiling know you seeing Chris
Looking through the eyes

sat on a nigga lap and got poked by the FN
Niggas coming lil dick I be smoking on they twin
Yea you never had a shit talker huh
If he ain't got no pape

is to not keep trying
Or I'll be the one who's crying
Hey at least I'm not holding up an attraction sign
Like the motherfucker Chris Chan, am I right?

--VERSE 1--
Take a Look at deez weirdos dey all foolish I'm still a hot boy n da coolest / I don't ask questions at all, i get to it, nike should b

crickets
I'm like Chris Brown I ain't tryna play with it
I hit your girl in the car and got away with it
Rappers talk "real shit" how can you be sure
You'll

reputation up in smoke Bob Marley
The truth start to roar as loud as a Harley
Bout to be that funny black sheep Chris Farley
You fake as a wooden nickel I'm

the Camp Phire is here
Started off with a couple of my high school friends
Chris Lloyd, Scenario, and Cheeze, my new men
To take over the industry with a hot

a passion, you make me sick
Talkin' that bad but you can't pay your rent
I would help 'cause you know that I'm rich
Come back to me when you get like this
Ask

bitch I'm hated by many men
It's in the air yea it's stuck we spin like ceiling fans
Make me draw two reverse you and spin again
Why yo bitch all on my

Now it's bad blood like an expecting mother's period
Made me think I had a heart attack - I'm fuckin' serious
Two faced fakes attacking heaven's