facts, black Take it from the Giant 'cause I've been there and back This is advice so take it Stay strong on your path, and you will make it I'm not
a come down bunch of money boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter
the world ain't nothin? but trouble They like a little danger, they might not admit it But they on for the chase and they want us to come and get it Plus they love a young
upon my grandma's sofa It was nasty, I swore I wouldn't take another sip The first time getting high I had to take another hit It wasn't working at first
Talkin' about old connects and new prices Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case That
Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child I understood as a child, I fought as a child Hey, but when I became a man I put away those, childish
at our crib If you want it, you can get it You can come, but'chu can't live here If I hit it, I want Chris to hit it To I know you with it bitches Mad
(Young Chris talking) G - I - F - I Get In Where You Fit In, baby You know, roll wit ya boyz Gunnaz!! (Young Chris) Honestly, my favorite type of gear
now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot ish) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step
, head Head insane in the membrane take the train, take the train M E T H O D man 'hattan keeps on making it Brooklyn keeps on taking it We keep coming
head head head insane in the membrane take the train, take the train M-E-T-H-O-D Man 'Hattan keeps on making it Brooklyn keeps on taking it We keep coming
veterans I'm like a young pig skinna from the H.O.K. Ain't no way we ain't gonna spray yo way 4 Killas and a 'Lac Brougham We staying iced out like the
gon give you life for a murder Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin down Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime If it
Jang-A-lang, Jang-A-lang, Jang-A-lang, Bernie Mac lookin' boy, No eyelids can't blink lookin' boy, You are the weakest link lookin' boy, No Chris, no
just a mixtape, Damn (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better) And this is just a mixtape, Damn (It
no (It's what you thinkin') Yeah (It's what you thinkin') Yeah (It's what you thinkin') If your girl's at a Tech show (It's what you thinkin') Feel
' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch it boy