YOUNG CHRIS - King James lyrics

rate me

Young niggas ball hard, pull a day in the park

We murder shit, rain house, we snow

Y’all niggas in the crib, we serving shit

I got a Glock full for a block full of rebels

Every time a young nigga hit the club

Niggas was a fly lord doubie, ball player

Now y’all fucked up, take it to the drugs

Nigga been on since I met my plug

Hating ass niggas can’t stop my flow

No, a nigga can’t run along with a hoe

And the hoe end up with a nigga I know

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Now a nigga strapped up…right back on the corner

With a bunch of young thug niggas that’s…

If this rap shit 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 niggas out, ball by any means, just like Malcolm

I’m a bitter nigga strapped with a .44

Speed with extra bullets, that’s an iron core

My nigga 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 nigga, 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 fucking geek

Before I ever, ever touched the beak…