L. Julius - Chi'ren lyrics

[Verse 1: CE] Look Since day 1 QV been the the realest… With a rap knack Ill enough to smack that Patch off a snapback And a knapsack packed to the max with hella Bags of snacks that's Why the whole crew with us, see We the hungriest Don't we just look it? Super microphone-est owning you crooked I super rhymed all on this donut and cooked it Uh Dilla would be proud I'm k**in' all these n***as throwing skrilla to the clouds I'm iller than Hitler with a pill up in his mouth It's a villainous mixture when my sis come around It's QV we Quick with the Venom Sick with the spit like a pit fulla phlegm'm Dick rabidly fit to be your b**h enema Enemies envy me heavily hell if it ain't heavenly And I'm hella G- -I-A-N-T n***a that's on Bochy But a n***a had to take to the Stuy Where the weak don't fly And the summer stay toasty O.E. in my right hand Tropicana in my left Pour it up, up in my cup Until that chalice start to sweat I like it Cold With a flow so hot Gotta stay cool But when you running this game With a Flo Jo trot It's hard for a mothaf**a to play cool Swear to God im sicker than sick You a fraud you primitive prick Gimme your broad I'll give her the dick My big ol' balls hangin out her walls If you call, I'll tell her not to pick up the sh** Woo! That was so rude How a n***a so bad but he so good? Livin in a false world when he so true? That's why n***a gotta do what he want to Mothaf**a I'm nice Yall like, “n***a let's see” Stch, UGH Click back on the b**h and listen again If you motherf**ers are really trying to test me CE [Hook] [Le'Asha Julius] I ain't got no shoes I ain't got no food I ain't got no money for the rent f** I'm gon' do? I ain't got no love You ain't got no f**in' time for a n***a Plus the grind got a muhf**a crying' [CE] Get your hand up off your dick n***a! Is you gone' think about making some sh**, or you gone' make some sh**?? Big bro would say that yous a b**h, n***a!! You swear you got the sh** to make a hit But can't take a hit UH You can't take a hit [Verse 2: Le'Asha Julius] Pay my phone bill (I stay broke) Pay my landlord (I stay broke) Spend two dollars on a sandwich Hoping it'll last 'til the next day eat slow (Broke) Cook up that good sh** don't step on my dreams Where the dough for the tree We want more money but the gov won't pay Let that melanin ring I rock I pop it we Chi'ren Brooklyn don't ever stop No justice it's just us Poetically hold up our rock Bed Stuy mind with a grind from the DC I keep it real but you n***as never heard of me I blow your mind you say "Lee Lee you so lovely" Lyrically I make you cum Don't say no to me Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay My lips are purple I smoke like everyday You be like (what's your number girl?) That's the way (Show me a lil sumthin') That's the way Gon' with your bald head self girl Shake what you got since birth girl Thong thicka thong thong thicka thong thong I smoke much out my bong bong Since day one we been sh**ting on 'em But I still show the love take a picture for 'em Uh Show 'em how it's really done done I don't know about you but I'll give your friend some A lil taste and you be like yum yum Get high paranoid on the run Take cover in the Brooklyn zoo Drop down low when I hear woo woo [Hook] [Outro: CE] Chile, you ain't nothin' but a baby gone wild s**in' on bottles like that sh** is still in style Why don't you s** it up and give the world a smile All while you crawlin' mile after f**in' mile (2x)