Chris Craig
You know that these niggas lame lame
They do not know how to maintain
Every time I make a hit on my Spike Spiegel ish
Better know that it bang bang
You is not part of the gang gang
We not even in the same lane
I feel like Ed, I got a toolie
You know that my dog on the same thing
You get your head cut like a barber
He doesn't wanna fess up, I'ma slaughter him
Better show a check stub
Or the automatic aimin' from the neck up
Niggas hate because they know a nigga nеxt up
I'ma turn an altercation into redrum
No pressurе, I'll stretch him
I'm destined
In the mind, I be down with the weapon
Nigga, F that, uh!
Young nigga heart turning jet black, uh!
I been intoxicated by my body
Now I seem to move with the jet lag, uh!
Mentally in the gutter with decisions
And really, I can't seem to help that, uh!
Tryna escape the abyss
But it's looking like that's where my spirit be held at, uh!
Dealing with all of my rage and my anger
Opposition is a target for arson
I don't wanna be a part of the cause
If it leaves me ashes in the heart of the sovereign
I will soon become a part of the fallen
I will make sure by the end of the saga
That all of my niggas is obviously balling
Need some Rick Owens for Christopher's walking (uh! Yuh!)
You know that these niggas lame lame
They do not know how to maintain
Every time I make a hit on my Spike Spiegel ish
Better know that it bang bang
You is not part of the gang gang
We not even in the same lane
I feel like Ed, I got a toolie
You know that my dog on the same thing
You get your head cut like a barber
He doesn't wanna fess up, I'ma slaughter him
Better show a check stub
Or the automatic aimin' from the neck up
Niggas hate because they know a nigga next up
I'ma turn an altercation into redrum
No pressure, I'll stretch him
I'm destined
In the mind, I be down with the weapon
Chris Craig goes crazy