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Christopher Smith
Christopher Smith
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Bro came home, jumped in his bag first, man of the year
Lost a couple **** to the streets, it is what it is
What you wanna come around for, ho, you suckin' dick?
Only time you catch me hangin' out, I'm hangin' out the whip
I've been in a better mood, lately I've been feelin' better
Dropped out of school, never knew I'd be rappin'
Seen a **** that I robbed back in the day, I upped strap
I can't let no **** get the drop on me, I'd be damned
Sent that ho to the curb, she gon' learn I was never playin'
Tryna dodge indictments, that's why I'd just rather play the back
Feds did another sweep, free Reesy and 5 Mile Ant
Knowin' me, I be so lowkey, I don't like to be on cam'
I ain't into scams, made my first band off sellin' crack
Go ask my old friends, it's a lot of shit I don't regret
You scared, you better move right, that's just a **** best bet
Miami nights, down here tweakin', long way from the city
Locked down with 30 down the way, shoutout my ****, he official
I'm that ****, everywhere I go, they stoppin' me for pictures
Broke boy, kill it, ain't no business, don't come hold ticket
Bro came home, jumped in his bag first, man of the year
Lost a couple **** to the streets, it is what it is
What you wanna come around for, ho, you suckin' dick?
Only time you catch me hangin' out, I'm hangin' out the whip
I've been in a better mood, lately I've been feelin' better
Dropped out of school, never knew I'd be rappin'
Seen a **** that I robbed back in the day, I upped strap
I can't let no **** get the drop on me, I'd be damned
Written by: Christopher Smith, Elijah S Smith
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