[Verse 1] Young Chris

Dukes ain’t feeling well, step pops in & out da spital

And my baby girl ain’t so little

Still they try to divide conquer all this drama in da middle

Hard bridging da gap when ya momma in da middle

All this confusion no time for excuses

Fuck complaining no pointing fingers let’s find the solution

 I find it amusing they happy

Bitches finally choosing, screaming they wins out loud

When They silently losing

they constantly rooting

better not be Around when they shooting

Go out in a Foreign

trap & make my rounds in a fusion

I’m Mr miogi every now & then ima student

it’s Vvs pointers every now & them I go Cuban

I go dum I go stupid I go drum I’m a use it

It go wooooo when I shoot it

Tuck ya pride b4 I do it

Better tuck ya pride b4 I lose it dog

Say where the homies when the movies and da computers off

The bitches gone, da crew get lost

[Verse 2] Ransom

**** be wonderin’ who a boss

Whoever make it through a loss

Magazines in the benzino, I heard it through the source

You ain’t have to pay me no mind, If you never knew the cost

The new remorse

I feel for those who never knew who to cross

Sometimes I struggle to rap and try to get through the bars

When momma’s dementia she don’t know who you are

Remove the scar

I ain’t been right writin’ since coup de grâce

Can only throw a jab when the champ ain’t in the mood to spar

Look, I don’t give credit if you don’t dispute the charge

What you don’t prove in public, you have to prove to God

Elohim, Driving a soda mixed with Promethazine

Daughter crying out for a bottle but he just let her scream

Damn, she hungry so he just fed her dreams

Daddy gonna make it one day, He prayed for a better scheme

I’m not doubtin’ that what he has in his head’s supreme

But I said Supreme I ain’t talkin’ a shirts and a set of jeans…Duffle