Steven Nettleton - CHIRAQ lyrics

(EDN3RD) First verse Imma go berserk Imma put in that work Competition in a hearse When the bars dispersed Imma hit em where it hurts And I still ain't curse For whatever that's worth And I will not fail Staying out that jail They ain't got no bail For the young black male So We tell these tales Get record sales haters Look all pale Same name on the mail Edward swain And I spit that flame Got a sick a** brain And I do my thing no lie 2 Chainz In a legendary lane Before the fame This hunger games Cuz I'm tryna eat tryna leave These streets all these Rappers weak on these hot a** beats And i got that heat so they can't compete I'm a beast no leash In the field like cleats Love for the dough big & jay that sh** Feel rich everytime a n***a play that sh** Wanna get that rich wanna stay that rich No love for the hoes n***a save that sh** Wanna get like Ross. Maybach sh** Everybody wanna rap but they ain't that sick Thinking they a dungeon dragon Imma slay that sh** Wanna clown tell Em homie don't play that sh** These bozos that got no flows They get mo hoes and way mo dough But this slow flow is Remarkable from the heart you know I'm responsible phenomenal Y'all comical I Been working on my bars abdominals Yea the core of the rhymes Cuz I'm bored with the rhymes Radio rewind cuz they poor wit design More than a crime hip hop is dead Many n***as hit her up then profited It's the prophet Ed And we out for the loaf like dej man k**er With the word play they can't hangman Edn3rd wicked flows in the brain And I'm insane bring pain to the lames man Don't give a f** I'm tryna make a change Man lets go.. (Haze, The Backpacker) Got ednerd and my best verse An im out here who i test first Drop top on the other block And i drop kick my ex purse Get money im f**in crazy I dont give a f** Im lex first Run around i get it gwap Cut it down my chest hurts Ain't lie, i was never lying I got kyojin wit me And they down to ride My city thats lene town We best free No best buy Mixtapes on datpiff Got got clack street bout to go wild South side on the south side Like a beat tag im straight fire About a rack when my chucks sell Yeah i got secrets i won't tell We stay up Yeah we in the cut We woohoo like ducktales f** around got the whole squad Bout to go off like buck shells And im #1 like A1 Got the matchbox Like im unwell Backpacker is in my name Thats sarcasm im with the flame Billy gave me my first blunt And that sh** hit me Like a speeding train Shout out billy he a real one Whole city full of real ones Anybody acting cynical Get a real stomp Thats a real pun Never had a problem But im always trying to solve em I'm always on top And you always on bottom Hit trees like bono Switch it up Like that beat Mono Lene town Got they're own damn sound And you'll always know That I'll be proud Never was a day That I didn't f** With my day-1's And thats me now