Young Chris - King James lyrics

Young n***as ball hard, pull a day in the park We murder sh**, rain house, we snow Y'all n***as in the crib, we serving sh** I got a Glock full for a block full of rebels Every time a young n***a hit the club n***as was a fly lord doubie, ball player Now y'all f**ed up, take it to the d** n***a been on since I met my plug Hating a** n***as can't stop my flow No, a n***a can't run along with a hoe And the hoe end up with a n***a I know ' Now a n***a strapped up'right back on the corner With a bunch of young thug n***as that's' If this rap sh** don't work out, ok, I got another plan Look, I'mma bubble grams and put text on a work like Uncle Sam sponsored links I was a product of my environment so I had no choice to sell product And I had no choice to stand in corners with the hoody on Like yo, cop up Why the neighbors call and make the cops come When I was just tryna make an income In this game you know it's ups and downs You know you lose some, you know you win some Gotta stay prepared for when the drought come Ball hard enough, that's when I scout come And my man told me ask n***as out, ball by any means, just like Malcolm I'm a bitter n***a strapped with a .44 Speed with extra bullets, that's an iron core My n***a strapped with the Mac, get your mind on tour Treat her like the corner bar do shots in it We don't lease cars, we don't drive rentals We put the cash down and we hop in it Your hoe hot just like an oven I hit her stuffin' she can be tough in it It's a new era, ball fitted, I'm a real n***a, all fiending Got that southern 50, 650, that Panamera and they all kidding Scotty D, we all lit it, them foreign trips, we all did it We for real, y'all frauds with it Y'all rap about it but we flush the streets We Master P, we buy the bottle I hit your hoe, why you doubt about it? I lay back, she's got quite the knowledge She give me brain, she a f**ing geek Before I ever, ever touched the beak