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Chris Cayard
Chris Cayard
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Christian Healey
Christian Healey
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Case number twenty-three, all rise (Yessir) unacceptable Its ya boy Krayko Breezy right here A.K.A The Golden Kid Sir, you're a second time offender This is not a joke please take it seriously (Why so serious) Krayko Breezy Sir this is not a joke This is not a music video please it down (Call me Joker) We're trynna give you bond okay, you're a law bidding citizen You know you got it in you, you're not a gangster Sir Please proceed with your statement (Uh) Finna go hard on this beat, Breezy with a melody that's another classic On a west coast with a baddie we matching got no stylist still awarded most stylish You eating ramen I'm in a hammock eating lavish Ain't no shade, fucking with the hate bitch I'm fasting Point me to the money or the baddie I'm crashing A Sagittarius boy so you know I'm always Macin Finna act a fool on this instrumental, finna act crazy no screws in my mental No screws in my mental, I mash the gas brick strap to the pedal Failed to introduce myself, I'm The Golden Kid, Hello Nigga act tuff wanna go straight to the metal Nigga really pussy better softer than kettle Better listen to your conscious little guilty fellow Nigga think he going hard no rings Carmelo Oh, damn what a diss, is it the world play, or do the shoe fit? Im back in red do my dance, but they thought I was a crip I pull in ya city all the baddies hop in, shawty wanna ride let me iron press my fit She wanna ride the bull she bought two tickets but enough she couldn't get I ain't trynna flatter myself far from a average level three prestige black belt Trynna better my mind trynna better my wealth How she gonna say she love me fucking up my mental health Is it real? Cause all the lovey dovey shit fake Now we at dinner, and she staring at my boing she staring at my plate Now she wanna hold me down, ugh nope baby girl sorry it's too late Shawty you just a snake in the grass, I spy a rake Im living my best life on thin ice, hold up sike (Knock knock) whose there? To the money I skate On ice skates, my Rollie tell me time So I'm always fashionably late, Im on the way Trynna define me I'm different, keep it trill, keep it real, why yall simpin? Miss me with that bullshit. Adios, bitch I skip it No Tyronn Lue, I skip to the loot Protect no feelings, gotta tell the truth But sometimes I gotta tell a story in the booth (Slick Rick) Like I aint ya boo, but Babe Im Ruth, Major League Baseball Like a nigga to the MLB, you don't play with me Shout out to Dyme Def, I just let it be Cause I'm bone bone bone bone like Bone Thugs "n" Harmony See you at the crossroads Come follow me (Bizzy Bone) All these rappers these days man they copy and paste They lame they aint got no wordplay You aint got scramble, what games can we play? I rather scramble guts of Khelani (She bad) A foreign nigga like Chris Hurricane Though my name Chris, I aint yo aye, aye bay bay aye I master the shit you my protégé, he a protégé. Running to the money like andale I love my wife, but where's Halle Berry, is Pac alive? Its a whole vibe, I got time today (Moneybagg Yo) Don't look at my wrist it might just stun your face But I wanna see the reaction your face when you ask your girl And she tell you how a young nigga taste Don't be confused boy it aint mayonnaise No certified lover boy like a nigga drake Now a nigga pressed by the hoes that used to flake Damn a nigga spit to hard I needa break Damn shawty way too thick can we do takes? Take one take two take three, is this The Golden Testimony? Or the The Golden Prophecy Sophisticated like I study philosophy, rapping with the rap gods call it mythology There you have it your honor that's my auto Biography
Writer(s): Chris Cayard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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