F1JO - Chris Nolan lyrics

Yo, yo I, I feel like, I feel like hip-hop's Chris Nolan You know who that is yo? If you don't, look him up [Kinetics]: Shorty got potential, she cooler than Aspen Coco in the chest, and she Nicki where the a** is I show her what cla** is, you show her the past tense Yo I like to keep my green tripled: weed, money and absinthe When the waitress come around, we order another round Drink away the pain cause this industry has its ups and downs I'm pitchin' records but I'm underground This ain't even how I rap, I just came to f** around See I know ya life is pretty simple fam, under all the glitz and glam That pic is a tinted cam, edited in Instagram I crack the capsule and swallow the 60 milligrams Let them pills fill my glands, spinnin' like a ceilin' fan I come in swingin,' I'm leavin' the door broken Cause a war's broken out in the streets and the floors soakin' Ya fire is more hopeless than drivin' a Ford Focus Inside of a storm soakin' with both of its doors open Yao! I spit sinister symbolism that's k**in' All these silly simile, single-syllable singin' simpletons (wait) Zivile zaval and zivile ziggity zors I can mumble when I spit and my sh** is sicker than yours Oww, wow, gather around, somebody different be grabbin' the crown Everything gonna be shatterin' down, uh, I AM A CYBORG Buck, buck, buck, I buck for it Hip-hop is Times Squares and it has enough tourists You s** and ya stuff's horrid, I puff on the plush forage Then I Chuck Norris chop you f**ers to mushed porridge Wrote a number one chorus Now I write an autograph and I got groupies that eagerly f** for it Me and Timmy pullin' up, them b**hes hop in with friends See this night is like "Inception," there is top at the end I'm hip-hop's Chris Nolan, they know Kinetics been a threat I've gained a "Following" and I ain't even drop "Memento" yet