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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

a whip with no head rests
Roll down the window as I'm passing by and say hi to Chris cause I'm his guest
Killing the verse and I'm killing the feature
I

frightening
I'm with my dawgs, we be chilling yea
Chilling with my dawgs
Yea chilling with my dawgs
Yea orchestrating a team, Chris Paul
Moving city to city,

Long time coming
Putting in work since the hood
Now I'm good no hustling
Just living for the Lord
Nobody gotta love it
Funny happiness make em' hate

built like The Rock
Goliath, got his ass knocked by a rock
Anything can happen, I swear to God
I'm geeked the fuck up but I ain't finna nod
This shit

Why the fuck them niggas over there, they trippin' by the hoe
I got my bags, get up outta there, I said let's fuckin' go
Niggas be like, Chris, where

God’s monstrosity, it’s time you take heed
Yo Selah is crazy, Yo C.H.R.I.S. is pretty dope too but today
I'm lyricist of the year, year, yeah
Oh yeah one

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

Performing in front of the fans, they had their hands waving
This is all I ever wanted, this is all I'm craving
Me and my boy Chris shot the game
Two

dealing
Ill facts
Concealed crack
Steel bats
Real Rap
We kill rats
Get peeled back
The reals back
Real Rap
I'm sponsored by weed coke and dope dealers

falling in
I want the big bucks, just trying to haul em in
You know I'm balling like I'm Chris Paul in it
Don't bother nobody until they talking shit

bitch by my side and my nitrous real
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds on my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta,

she rock me 
Got me goin’ crazy like I’m Chris Breeze 
Throwing all these ones, can you say cheese?


It should be a crime 
Way you killin’em 
I would

Ain't no sleep 'til I get me some normalcy
No sweet talk
But to a little puppy Imma big dog
Son a pussy nigga like Chris Paul
If money wanna talk
Imma

lowrie, jeter 
You know i dragg and I ball vegeta 
Ice on my neck i'm so kold new freezer 
I need velveeta  juice by da liter oh u don't like me, bitch i

that I'm on my way to fall

Both: Don't know how to make it alright this time
Or how I'm gonna make it through the night
Without you by my side

If only

A turd, a turd do you hear what I'm sayin'
(what? what?) T-U-R-D

It was a three hour hell ride
By eight o clock pm
Me and my fans got put up by

you ain't believe in us but God did.
Beat produced by Gobrayze
Engineered and mixed by Chris jo
Never let 'em know your next move
No smoke and mirrors

I feel like I'm living in sci-fi
Then get blind-sided by real life

I feel the energy on them beautiful nights
Then, wake up seeing hindsight

Hmph

like a swang at pinatas
We in the cut but I came with piranhas
Feeling like Trump cuz I'm touching vaginas
I been surrounded by pussy I lick on the hymen

Ayy
You know its Lor Tri nigga yeah ayy
Blow on who lor nigga imma drift off
Slammin on the box like a young Nigga chris paul
1 2 3 Do the dash then

hearted ways, I'm still tryna learn em
They say time heals all wounds and we all hurting from this
So time won't be happening for us anytime soon Chris
We

Like Chris Dior let’s keep it 1 thou
Nothing less or more, the rundown
Never ran when the pressure on won’t run now
And when I check the score we 1

haze by the ounce
Y'all always know a mothafucka gotta do it big
I'm snortin' blow I grab the choppa then I split your wig
Don't work from home I'm bout

Chris I’m steady callin hope you kno you left me by myself
Phil I kno u see me callin hope you kno you left me by myself
Melvin I jus been callin hope you