Young Chris - Connect 4 lyrics

[Intro: Young Chris] Yeah... uh, C. West We do this, Joe Budden Yeah, Young Chris, what, what? Yeah, uh [Young Chris] To the heart of North Philadelph, pour my spirit and flesh Give me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I ain't hearin the rest Long gone, dancin with bigger fish here Fish scale advances for glitter wristwear Ch-chea, motherf**er this year Chris here Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits here Ain't sh** sweet y'all, life about a b**h yeah Say I drive her crazy though I ride that ho fifth gear Talk so much poverty cause I live here Talk facility cause my family's doin a bid there You ain't rappin or ballin, we got our hustle out That's what a thug about, anything to get the f** up out The ghetto, dodge the devil, prolong my demise Got a green sticky lah baby, 365 [Joe Budden] Hold up, a n***a went from lukewarm to hot Scratch that, from coldest winter to hell's kitchen Aside from predictable shots and shells spittin Wouldn'ta even known it cause nothin felt different E'rything dope in this game ain't on the radio That proofs me, check the dames and the ratio Brain like fel**tio, I mean it used to be cane like Horatio f** you, pay me though Hood form, style in whatever I put on Come from where you give a wrong look and you would look wrong Broads off the hook for him But I treat 'em like Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT long Young n***as take your vitamins Your 28-inch rims higher than watchin me admirin JUMP OFF e'rything that they aspirin to be But the bullsh** gets tiresome to me See, only one concern, gettin my bread right Hate to see you lose your Life over a website I'll feel Sorry Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna that real story Off putting words together like Scrabble Build your Monopoly, they just gon' attack you Can't Pictionary it, they gon' think it's Taboo When you get more, they can't Connect the Four [Outro: Joe Budden] Dawg.. geah, Joey, Chris Yes Chad, I f**in know the sound