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young chris

everyday is freddy gray

mike brown's in nicetown

trayvon's in the daytime before you take mine

spend a dawg need pedigree for the kennel

no degree from temple no pad without a pencil

it's mental

gotta keep some utensils

get gangsta niggas'll test you

when you keep it too gentle

sacrifice half my life

down the middle with the splits

bullets i was bitin' all i did most of the writin'

i swear you niggas is trifling

tears blood and sweat i'm fightin'

they tryna don king ya tyson

culinary grams like aunt jemima

only time you seen grams cook was aunty mama

ya'll niggas is anti drama

ain't really into that stop confusin' the internet

a bunch of weirdos and dodgin' into hoe shit

lost in the social the bosses scared to be vocal

a whole circle of yes men they insecure what i'm guessing

long as the string attached its another puppet that's stressin

fools is dizzy caught up in 360s

spend it on busdowns blow it on v twizzys

see you chumps sittin pretty too

like pull up combat mack 11 with the titties that's a hundred

each drum got 50

let it sing like drizzy

on everybody catchin' bodies like nicki

we gettin' busy nigga

for all the lost soldiers fuck all the niggas that crossed over

like ya dawgs over

hope's high

thoughts sober

added a s to my pain

to complain i went to spain

i want the coke i got the caine

i want the dough ya'll got the fame

i whip this coke here dope fiend jackets out the lane

i caught the end of the illest era

me and these rappers not the same

disrespectful ass kids using my name

i'm the same gunna before they came

fuck boy know nothin' about that rush clown

get a different feeling when it touchdown

back in the end zone got a bitch that let me send home

i wanna fuck her but she a hustla keep it friend zone

niggas plottin i keep the tints on

my niggas just waitin' when it's sunny to bring the trench home

thirsty ass niggas'll wet ya get your quench on

leavin' them trenches if you niggas movin a inch wrong

see flintstone full of you barney rubbles

fruitcakes dressin' up like couples

dressin' up like chicks and ya'll call it a drip

fuckin' gimps ya'll should fall off a cliff

i hope ya coffin'll dip

come equip yeah my arsenal thick

young carson in the pocket tryna toss em in his noggin'

when that money on they head got a clip to deposit

get them sticks out the closet

work them shits out and chop it

get the money don't let it go to ya head

get the pussy don't let it go to ya big

you fuckin wit them bitches gettin' head goin raw

they gon leave ya to them niggas get ya head blown off

i done got my street shit need my other money up

want that overseas shit need my colored money up

makin sure my mom cool get my brother money up

makin sure my sis cool help my niece get through school

put my daughter in college get my nephew that knowledge

give the best to my son baby boy you the one uh

yeah