Lyrics:
class
I'm just surrounded by these lowlives
And I run this bitch like it's no lights
Goin' hard the whole night 'cause I ain't
Goin' back to my old life i
the goods
Line it on up, guarantee you get served
Lil' Chris, said run it
So I ran and told her
I'm a cash money young'n,
Bird-man junior
Just
And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs
you been prayin', bang bang
Ridin' for my niggas and that's for life
High class, I'm just surrounded by these low-lifes
And I run this bitch like
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
Ain't no slowin' down when I'm hittin' it so rapidly
Just known I beat it up, but it ain't no Chris Brown in me
So damn mama how you do dat, dat?
How you
legit
I don't care bout no nigga who hating on me cuz my pockets got fat really rich
I'm prepared like a nigga think he gon kill me like a old man I came
money you go invest
And another man ah tek off the pink dress dawg
Yo ah so di ting set dawg
Soft? Gyal treat you like insect
Dawg, look how me just
it, leather jacket like Slash did
Face melted off the acid
I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia
Downtown Brown, Julie Brown know the hoochies wanna do me
buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)
I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers
Man, oh my God
She Instagram famous but she can't keep a job,
like we did long ago
And the beating of the drum will set you free
Just give it time, soon you'll do fine
Your sun will shine you once more Pretty Brown
breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm
that niggas January (chea)
Chad West
[Verse One: Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just
traumatized
Had my mind gone bro, had me in my zone bruh
You were smoking weak Had
Me smoking strong bro
Man i was just 9 years old
Man i swear on my mama ill
she can't Stand to see growth
I lie awake at night and think about the man That I'll be
If leaving that old diploma holds the cancer to Me
The anxiety
plastered, laughing after the Birote show
Holy smokes, me and my emotions, we go toe to toe
Kick the chair from under me
Shut up Chris, now hold the rope
I've
home - all day and night
Work till you
But a brown is alright
Yellow girl gets 25 years old
She throws up like tripe
Teasing brown is best brown after
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
I was making rounds in my town
Getting down too much
Chris Brown in the Dutch
But I ain't feel much
Seen a cloud that look like a plane
cnd I wanna
my Hitachi
Come on and taste the real
Step on inside and confide
In the feel I reside
By steel waters just a gear
On the wheel no fear
[Verse 1 - Lil Shade]
Click click boom, Shade and Chris is gonna hit the room
Just listen as you hear my bloods yell Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods
my Hitachi
Come on and taste the real
Step on inside and confide
In the feel I reside
By steel waters just a gear
On the wheel no fear
brown deso yow a chat it like bagga brown him deh pon the banga phone
Bobo by a brand new benz weh a teleport and him a just twentyfour
Big mansion with e
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
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