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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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