[Intro]
It's Kris Prince
Gone Til' Further Notice I'm
I can't wait until the day that I'm
Check.....
[Freestyle]
Now you can catch me on the southside
I ride with Ricco he bending corners
Spittin' bars at Harold's Chicken they taking orders
On 47th in Skyboxx laughing up with my barber
New thousand movement, Big Mel the hustler
This sounds like in the rainforest
Like monkeys crumpin in the savannah
That type of Kush that you take & break it on 12 inch vinyls
Like playing Ba** while im banging Congos in her vagina
Like Lanipop when her booty poppin & I salute like
We were born stars, like Frederick Douglas & Frank Sinatra
Hate is for the weak & that lint thats sleeping up in yo pockets
Gone Til Further Notice we raising standards & all for profit
Truth in the booth got us starting fires from being honest
Hangout with my crew get that type of p**y Colombiana
Im talking models that hang with models that rock designer
Im talking n***as that hang with k**ers, they call gorillas
Who told me holla if there's a problem just know we got em
Kratos to yo Zeus, while we dodge Medusa's & chunk our deuces. Woooo......thats it
[Fin]