young chris – king james lyrics
young n-gg-s ball hard, pull a day in the park
we murder sh-t, rain house, we snow
y’all n-gg-s in the crib, we serving sh-t
i got a glock full for a block full of rebels
every time a young n-gg- hit the club
n-gg-s was a fly lord doubie, ball player
now y’all f-cked up, take it to the drugs
n-gg- been on since i met my plug
hating -ss n-gg-s can’t stop my flow
no, a n-gg- can’t run along with a hoe
and the hoe end up with a n-gg- i know
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now a n-gg- strapped up’right back on the corner
with a bunch of young thug n-gg-s that’s’
if this rap sh-t don’t work out, ok, i got another plan
look, i’mma bubble grams and put text on a work like uncle sam
i was a product of my environment so i had no choice to sell product
and i had no choice to stand in corners with the hoody on
like yo, cop up
why the neighbors call and make the cops come
when i was just tryna make an income
in this game you know it’s ups and downs
you know you lose some, you know you win some
gotta stay prepared for when the drought come
ball hard enough, that’s when i scout come
and my man told me ask n-gg-s out, ball by any means, just like malcolm
i’m a bitter n-gg- strapped with a .44
speed with extra bullets, that’s an iron core
my n-gg- strapped with the mac, get your mind on tour
treat her like the corner bar do shots in it
we don’t lease cars, we don’t drive rentals
we put the cash down and we hop in it
your hoe hot just like an oven
i hit her stuffin’ she can be tough in it
it’s a new era, ball fitted, i’m a real n-gg-, all fiending
got that southern 50, 650, that panamera and they all kidding
scotty d, we all lit it, them foreign trips, we all did it
we for real, y’all frauds with it
y’all rap about it but we flush the streets
we master p, we buy the bottle
i hit your hoe, why you doubt about it?
i lay back, she’s got quite the knowledge
she give me brain, she a f-cking geek
before i ever, ever touched the beak’
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