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• Artiste: Young Chris
• Titre: King James
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Young niggas ball hard, pull a day in the park We murder shit, rain house, we snow Y'all niggas in the crib, we serving shit I got a Glock full for a block full of rebels Every time a young nigga hit the club Niggas was a fly lord doubie, ball player Now y'all fucked up, take it to the drugs Nigga been on since I met my plug Hating ass niggas can't stop my flow No, a nigga can't run along with a hoe And the hoe end up with a nigga I know ... Now a nigga strapped up'right back on the corner With a bunch of young thug niggas that's' If this rap shit don't work out, ok, I got another plan Look, I'mma bubble grams and put text on a work like Uncle Sam I was a product of my environment so I had no choice to sell product And I had no choice to stand in corners with the hoody on Like yo, cop up Why the neighbors call and make the cops come When I was just tryna make an income In this game you know it's ups and downs You know you lose some, you know you win some Gotta stay prepared for when the drought come Ball hard enough, that's when I scout come And my man told me ask niggas out, ball by any means, just like Malcolm I'm a bitter nigga strapped with a .44 Speed with extra bullets, that's an iron core My nigga strapped with the Mac, get your mind on tour Treat her like the corner bar do shots in it We don't lease cars, we don't drive rentals We put the cash down and we hop in it Your hoe hot just like an oven I hit her stuffin' she can be tough in it It's a new era, ball fitted, I'm a real nigga, all fiending Got that southern 50, 650, that Panamera and they all kidding Scotty D, we all lit it, them foreign trips, we all did it We for real, y'all frauds with it Y'all rap about it but we flush the streets We Master P, we buy the bottle I hit your hoe, why you doubt about it? I lay back, she's got quite the knowledge She give me brain, she a fucking geek Before I ever, ever touched the beak