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Chief Armand

Chief Armand is a musical artist with a diverse range of talents and skills. He has made a name for himself in the music industry through his unique and captivating performances. Combining elements from various genres, Chief Armand creates music that is both dynamic and thought-provoking. With his distinct style and powerful vocals, he has garnered a dedicated fanbase and continues to push boundaries in the world of music. more »

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Yeah
We back up in this bitch
Yeah

This n*gga
This n*gga Coley on my ass
Man I gotta

Yeah
F*ck it 
Straight through this bitch
Yeah
Look

I done watch the whole game 
From the side
Sit back and analyze 
How niggas switching sides
Soon as they pockets deprived
Of money pussy and clout
They told me when I'm doubt
To prosper financially 
All I had to pay was my tithes
10% go to you
Or 10% for the house
While mortgage company Calling to collect 
Payments we had missed out
So you can understand
Why I gotta go get it
I ain't stopping until
My bank account
In phone number digits
I had it hard
With my dawgs
We was on our way out
Watching our favorites
How they made it
We was all stanned out
Can't do no favors
We ain't neighbors
You can't have yo hand out
Cause I wasn't slated
To be yo favorite
Well bitch
Look at me now

Cause this that
Riding in my momma Chevy
Burning tires out
New money
No money
Still that nigga with the clout
Gang with me 
Lames tempt me
Ain't afraid to chalk em out
Ain't no pressure
When I show what I'm about
My ambitions as a

The one that you No'd
But the one that you quoting
The one with the code 
Ain't no cracking it open 
My shawty a token
Appreciation 
White toes
In heels 
That be out in the open
With her phat ass
To compliment my black ass
Hashtags and follows
Don't validate 
What I put in
This countless hours
5,000 hours
Half of my foot in
I told y'all n*ggas
As soon as I drop 
I'm raising the price up
Did numbers without a label
No stories told
Ain't no fables
I'm struggling
22 
Tryna figure my life out
Rushing it
Anxiety
Going broke
Fear of failing
I juggle with
Balancing God
Being me
In a field full of some sucka shit
Too many ideas
It's bigger than me 
Getting my publishing
Gotta know 
How to play the field
With ppl you huddle with
Can't cry a river
For n*ggas
I wouldn't jump in a puddle with
Y'all jump on tracks
And get relaxed
And forget who you running with
The one
The Don
The only Chiefy Armand
The future greatest of time
You niggas
Still out here lying
On every verse 
And ya rhymes 
But ya scrambling
Pretty quick
When defenses
Get all offensive
And question you bout your pride
Time is money
And n*gga I ain't got time
I ain't got time

Cause this that
Riding in my momma Chevy
Burning tires out
New money
No money
Still that nigga with the clout
Gang with me 
Lames tempt me
Ain't afraid to chalk em out
Ain't no pressure
When I show what I'm about
My ambitions as a

I was bought into this world
But ain't nobody warned me
Go to church 
And seek The Lord
The only lifetime warranty
I was broke as hell
Putting a dent 
In my cousin couch
Back up at my sisters 
I'm back and forth
Just for dinner 
I been contemplating 
Packing up leaving
Move to my momma shit
From things 
That I'm indifferent bout
To me feeling all kind of shit
Alarm clock in the morning like
N*gga you know what time it is
9-5 I'm stressing
I'm praying music the blessing
Cause i been stressed out
Somebody pray for me
I ask The Lord
If he can wash it all away for me
I need my peace back
My homie bought the K for me
Just as long as I can get
More years of cake for me
Look i don't want ya sponsors
And I don't need no handouts
I just need this shit to work
Cause nothing else done Planned out
Still got yet to fold
This city 
Is what it'll make a man out
The shit I seen
It could've ricocheted
Shot me dead now
Just From Trump being in office
And Kanye trolling like hell
The Old Ye
Lives through me
Vicariously 
Alive and well
I'm God's Son 
But I'm nasty 
Women know
Ain't hard to tell
Rap money for the lawyer
To get my brother out the cell
Funky with it
Chitlin kitchen
And you can tell 
Just by the smell
Long pinky nail
The shivers 
Gone tell 
If it's gone sell
I don't need no rapper gimmick
Just to make this shit work
You let your follow count
Tell what you worth!
F*ck what you talking bout

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