Young Chris - King James lyrics

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