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been dreaming of
Every thought of you gone make me lose my mind
I'm so used to getting gunned down by your kind
Pin me down
Let's make history
We all

it, like the prosecution lost their evidence
I haven't reached my prime, I'm not seven, but a scale of one to ten says I'm eleven, bitch, you guessed it

my take the shot like a Alcoholic
Bitch I'm back too balling
I do it like James Harden
And all jokes been aside like Chris Farley
You my A1 my Day 1
My

Fuckin' that bitch
Slimin' that bitch
All I want is peace
Break that bitch to pieces
Beat a bitch up Chris Brown
I got money gettin' down
The glock

Loose my damn mind

Damn I'm scared, nig is anyone out there

Now listen deep and closely
As my voice hypnotizes
It Chris Fucking Travis here to
Take over

through tha alley; I duck like Chris Powell (yeah!).
Niggaz talkin' out they neck; must be high off Fentanyl (fa'real).
Dem pillz kickin' in (ooh!); I'm

petty like that
Ya Ya 
Him tek’ me like that 
 
Credits:

Produced by: Chris “Flict” Aparri 
Mixed by: Chris “Flict” Aparri
Master by: Damien Lewis

forever, better than your favorite by myself
Chris Camp, JMS, we gon' take it off the shelf, motherfucker
Forever, that's how long I'm gonna rap for
Forever,

an ambulance
I'm passin' out off of mass amounts
Of craft beer, can't hear what you're laughin' 'bout
We're drinkin' champagne by the magnum now
I got a drink in

Raw dog, just like that 
Fuck that, always strapped 

New phone, who this? 
Sit back, sip Chris
Her nips, might slip 
It's lit, don't miss
But she

This rap shit crack
I'm just serving the fiends
My crew stay ready for war
I gotta gang of Marines
I'm reigning supreme
Plus I got Tha God on my team

Hi Chris, its Stanley and Sam's mom, you know on Upper Valley
Hey Chris, I miss you stop by when you come to Cleveland
I hope all is well
How's your

can't fight it
I'll be gone by the night don't get excited
Keep up the paste if you can when I'm all inside it
I'm too lit right now and I can't deny it

that
Do you really wanna see me keep it low key
What about all this life I'm giving you by being me
We're the ones who keep the culture moving
Swag
Hide

the wok in the sprite
Everyday I wake up in the morning I'm fly like a kite
Bitch told me she never been to Ruth Chris I told her let's go take a bite
Every

It's Yo Boy Chri$ (That's cool shit man)
BMG aye
Don Barker aye
Chri$ Barker aye
Inno Barker aye
Imma King aye, aye, aye
MoFo aye

I'm a king like

got 'em all scared by the flames I spit, and claims I make
They thinkin' that I'm dangerous
So now, nobody ever wanna play with Chris
Which is fine,

tell it's a drug the way the streets paying 
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C

Chorus 
Motherfuckers

humblin’
I'ma get it on my own
There's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker
Obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus
Ain't

Young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it
I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just

on em 
Rip up a riddim lit make another hit on em
Chris man this one is sick and I want the kick on it 
Quick cos I'm gonna spit but I got the shit

Payback's a Mutha

King Tee

Having a 'T' Party

1991

rhymes,say it's weak 
But in your mind you're sayin' "wow" 
Tell people I'm ugly and I got big lips 

But as I walk by your girl 
She want to ride king's

as hell, in the fucking hospital,
Feeling like a candy man in an ice-cream truck,
Don't ask me what I fucking mean by that, I have no fucking clue,
I'm still

occupied by the real
And it's laced with a pace, so ya mind finds appeal (aye, aye, aye)
All bass to the face, I'm pissed off
Big G, I'm 3, I'm Chris Paul