(Intro)
Yeah, Shawn Chrys, b*atch
Hahaha, already kn' this sh**
(Verse)
I been smokin' all day, n***a still ain't high
They talk sh** and n***a still ain't try
And I told the reaper that I still ain't die
I'm livin' life 4-10, why you, why you p**y n***as still ain't five?
I ride back like a n***a left his phone charger
Got 50 on the Nicks, not the Square Garden
Got me worried bout who playn, 's how the game played
B or Jeans in the wash like the Way Way bullsh**
Ain't payn, 's why yo baby momma missin' work
She threw a ? (ballet?!) she was diggin' work
Have a b**h losin' her religion for a finny purse
Backstage, rear room, lookin' like it's cascade
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Real n***as march, p**y n***as love to side sit
Yeah, I hear you talkin', but I'm hearin' what the cat say
And I'm livin' every 24 like it's my last day
Sittin' in the couch, blue Hondas in the ?
n***a, is you that same sh** like Michael Jacksay
Cocaine, hammer b**h livin' with a fat face
Fell asleep all in that p**y, wake up like a newborn
They say that you on, okey, clicka bottle bottle anyway
Blow and my fingernails full of weed, f** a pre-roll
A full throttle, have the gloves and the goggles
But I'm still 15 from the base, like a free throw
All swish, no shack boy, neva miss
All's white, lookin' fresher than a peppermint
I got a lawyer, but that n***a neva settle sh**
Tip-toed out and the n***a neva met his sis
n***as hungry sh** same n***as that ain't neva eat
Time for gettin' high like every n***a is irrelevant
Got my b**h some heels, price tag, lights everywhere'
Scatter red ball with my bubby that's my preference
Ya eva feel that it was your time?!
And had a kid with my initials, said like oh nah
I'm at the red light, screamin' out 'it's go time!'
15 racks before I say it's show time
Woah, skinny black n***a, car yellow
Just had me feelin' like a marshmallow
Weed sellin' like a for-settle(?)
La la on my tongue like I'm goin' mellow
Ok, boy, hold up!
You know what? You showed up, you f**ed up
You blow up, you get rich, you don't come
And show us, you know us, ah, awe
In 27 years, I ain't gave 4 f**s
I parked outside, got the hoes see me show up
p**y n***a, quit cryin', it's a dough up
I'm pa**in' out every time a n***a pour up
Only pull up in a Lotus cuz the white people know us
They only know us cuz my flow f**in' throw up
Mashed it, tattered up like a stone front
That b**h fangora(?), my b**h gorgeous
And all I got 's a mixtape and a tour-bus
Show me love! Yeah, sh**
Grindin, grindin, Shawn Chrys, b**h