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wanna know what the god honest truth is?
If things ever at stake
Then i'd be talking about Ruth Chris
Huh

I'm tryna take you to paradise
A lil vacation

the best place to start is from the bottom, shit
Much love to my family, especially my mama, such an amazing woman
My pops the lion, Uncle Chris the rasta

on my ass I had to get up and get it for real
I walked through the dangerous jungle by myself Came out a Navy SEAL
(It help me thrive), keep me resilient

Cut to the mall copped a brand new pair of Timberlands
Then dipped down a one way trying to scoop up Double K
And chill with my people on this bright

the pudding for the proof
I found MLB and now that shit is my troop
I've been waiting too long
I don't know what I'm doing
All this talent I'm surrounded by

I remember that I was broke, that's was a year ago, I ain't going back again
My niggas don't play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after

bomb gotta keep my cannons warm
My wrist surrounded by these carrots like I had a farm 
Running circles round these cats since 03 I got stamina 
My women

Cocaine white Bentley
Came a long way from drivin' in Chevys
I'm swervin', and my back it been hurtin'
Why? My chain really heavy
I'm swervin', swervin'

And a little school crew by way of a little white dude
I paid my ten years of dues
Ain't paid a dime on the loan I took to get into school nigga
Wolf pack

the "Hi dad"
They said I couldn't rap
Hold my beer I'll be right back
They think cause way that I rap must love to chat too bad not factual
Yeah always been

But I had family and friends that I needed to see
So I sent up a smoke signal with some green

And wouldn't you know one by one I found my fam
Everyone

it but my soul ain’t For sale 
Dreamville been sleepin on a n*gga but I’m right up the way, ya know left at the jail..

Cellular phone gone blang blang

dig these bars
From palm trees, to bomb green, if it all seems
Like we're living in the land of dreams, by all means
Forever, rockin that, purple

that I'm winning, that's my vision
Go get your own wave
Stuck on the mission, stuck in my own ways
Just know I did it, now I'm living my vision lets go

ma ass to ny
Had a small job
Was savin' up some cash to get by
Mama' hit my phone and told me that she need me to ride
You need some help
I got you ma

and sleep in fear
Where runny streams of tears
Pour down they faces
The way they treat this shit
Gets on my nerve agents
Apparently my arrogance is feeling

Produced by: Chris Rich Beats
Recorded by: 郭子翊
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Yeah, yeah
I got too many bitches textin’ through the dm, tryna

judge me, cause I really don't give a fuck
Had to learn the hard way, and I don't believe in good luck
My work is paying off, and now I'm feeling like

first - shout out my nigga Chris
Man this beat slap but I'm Rocking with this shit
Never shot a nigga, never had to pull a blick
But when I'm with Tha

White Bitch

Gunplay

Living Legend

2015

spill your blood all on your b****
He said Chris I knew that's you, I know your whole damn family
Can't we make some deal my dawg, lets get some

ain't blood I don't trust you
If you blood still don't trust you
Young thug poppin Chris wit a breezy
Bout to go crazy
Fresco papi feet sponsored by yeezy

{Mann...This shit so crazy, How ya friends turn into ya enemies so quick,
that's why I'ma just keep my distance}
(That's an everyday mission, My

my pole on
Roll one up and get my smoke on
I know you niggas is lucking the drive I can tell by the things that you go for
End all my wars I don't

me now got a stale face
I done came up in a big way
Look I used to go to The Caf for a plate
Now I go to Ruth Chris and get me a steak
I throw it away