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og chris - self made lyrics

i don’t ever conversate with f-ck n-ggas
ima keep it real tell me how you livin’
don’t lie
i am not that guy
creeping round’ the corner you see me and that’s your -ss

i’m finessing all your friends
maybe even you
tired of seeing broke n-ggas dressing all fu
all ya’ll dress the same n-gga ya’ll ain’t like my crew
we some trendsetters mane who the h-ll is you
we be in the spot and always workin’
my phone chirpin’
i got custos on my line and i got homies by my side and they gone bust that down for me
all my n-ggas eatin’ it’s muf-ckin’ trap season having fun like this sh-t recess
i’m tryna just stack my bread successful movers work in silence shut your mouth man why you talkin’ you just makin’ yourself hot
a walkin lick you down my block
watch them hittas at your spot
you ain’t safe man what you thought
keep it real you got no guap i will not touch you plus you soft
a complicated math equation
countin money and i’m blazing
been the realest i’m gone make it
look to me for anything
you need weed, clothes, hoes, money
truthfully ya’ll gone get nothing i just hand that to my crew we stuntin
ridin out
like progressive i’m protected
money on my mind i ain’t never stressin’
countin up mine n-gga yeah i’m flexin’
only used to serve dimes till i ran that check in since day one man i was tryna get it
i was at the schoolhouse posted up with it just looking at my phone till a f-ck n-gga hit me

- og chris lyrics

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