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Christopher Evans
Christopher Evans
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Yea No trace no case we boolin No mask 4 the cash you a foolie Smash on the gas straight to the duces Never bang I just slang that's a dope picture Four niggaz in the Tahoe go getters Enemy they can die slow old niggaz Popo couples hoes and some gold diggers Profiled in a pile but I'm prolific Try to put me in them shackles but my soul lifted It was murder out the gate moose told niggaz Prolong I'm pour me some liquor This the Harvard Vermont and the store nigga Celebrate for all my niggaz who ain't get to live today God so gracious that's deliverance it's written on your face I make grace you contemplate and perpetrate i oscillate I often reflect i gotta pray i meditate salaats no box Master crafts just like my pops Footprints lead us to the docks Create the wave I gave em life oh this creation get it Right Where you creature made a spite lil red room develop low light Can you get the picture to cast are type you all my niggaz this race our plight For you I fight I give my life no yolo I do it twice And take the blame and pay no martyrdom thank you Jesus Christ (what the price) ... Stand your ground Til the town burn down On the mound still around Carry on Out of bounds Lost but found hear me now Hear my sounds may they reign forever more Niggaz lost in semantics and they blinded by antics This life move so rapid gotta pause understand it Views lost and abandoned bird eye wit a chandelier King James imma reign like a cavalier There is power in words imma shower tears I hurt for years Til I grounded surrounded dear love the angels they all appear What's worth more is it love or lust You can die from a lack of trust our race is relationship It sound like she acting up that'd be accurate I call all of my savages see the world think it's sacrilege They scrutinize close ya eyes now imagine this Fetus undefeated all that evil unavailable Jesus is my people royal priesthood we are capable We move like the steeples niggas creeping we gon lay em low World can cloud ya mind everything is unattainable Taint ya soul and paint it gold we live life above the law Everybody wanna ball holla at broads at the mall Key to life is happiness Money can't buy you love But it could probably buy some shit They gon keep it counterfeit and we don't ever politic Stand your ground Til the town burn down On the mound still around Carry on Out of bounds Lost but found hear me now Hear my sounds may they reign forever more
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