Lyrics:
so I'm looking for my supplier
Yes he hook me up with gas but he is not employed by Spire
Swear to god this is the life for me
Came up unlikely
Bitch
I'm out here flying out to florida
I heard these people want
Yeah they want more of a
Great rapper like me
Extravagant outfits
Pull up like a spy kid
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
perspective for real
My struggle might be nothin' to you but
His struggle might be nothin' to me I mean
We all goin' through it let's get it though
Mello
Had
Naked shaking how I like her in her birthday suit
I write an album same time you write a verse or two
Chokehold on the mic, watch me hurt the booth
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes
Fuck being humble I'm in it to win it
Saved by the trap this a different religion
Come
What if I couldn't sell tickets to shows?
Album was a brick in the stores
Uh, let me ask you do you seem just as Daniel
Or do you see the image that
yeah)
Chris and Guillem
Fuck a hundred thousand man we want millions
Khobar home ima put the whole city on
Fuck nudes girl let me see what you really
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
the streets, we back in the lab
Aight then, let's go Nas
It's time, it's album time, yeah
It's time?
It's time, Black, it's time
Aye aye aye Pastor Chris
Why you so fly
Because Christ made me in the image of the Most High
That's why
I don't need drugs to get up
I know by
call me Candor, but
"You can call me Chris"
You're beautiful
Chills down my spine
Love the way you talk, I'm intrigued by your mind
Knew right then you
friends?
So how are we supposed to stand up to them?
By the time you hear this
I'll be on my next album writing timeless lyrics
cnd some rhymes you cherish
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
bombohole Chiney boy, open di van back
You think a joke bomboclaat ting
You see me laughing, Lee
So why yaa stall then, eh
You want a coffin
Yow mee murder
to them niggas
They be fake reppin
Lil4way they just where a nigga from
Don't you tell em niggas shit
Leave em lookin dumb
Catch me by the quick pic
(Hey Chris, fuck you)
Hey Chris, fuck you
Ay
You know I love you, Chris
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
THE REAL BACK!
Show your enemies you love 'em. Good energy: do you feel that?
My time coming. My time coming. Please, tell me you feel that!
I got too many
degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with ease
No weapon you form against me will ever
the wire like Snoop and Chris
You can Rush like Limbaugh we
Get at you quick
What will they do when they
Find out about this
Come for me, for what I
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
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