Lights Out

[Intro: Ca$his] Capo Chris Link Lights Out [Verse 1: CHL] Chris Link my given name CHL my written name And god blessed me To kill in this written game Grew up in Brooklyn New definition of lights out Generator went dead The whole projects was lights out Try to steal our product Yeah it's lights out So when I go to the booth Turn the lights out So I can think of all these crimes Writing all these lines Russ told me They love me for my raw rhymes Cause I really do it The streets knew it What to meet in Queens See you on Conduit I'm the bomb stupid Cause I'm bout to blow See me in the streets Never think I was professional But looks can be deceiving Just like a bitch No I don't cuff em I'm just getting rich It's CHL in this bitch This that CHiL Factor I was local before Now you hear me after Started in the streets Now I'm world wide I was raised to grind Thats my G side Always shady Rocking with Ca$his Bury you in the clay Call me Cashis [Hook: Ca$his] Lights out Cut on the Mic I rhyme right now Lines of my life come out Your bread right now Lights out Cut on the Mic I rhyme right now Lines of my life come out Your bread right now Lights out Cut on the Mic I rhyme right now Lines of my life come out Your bread right now Lights out Cut on the Mic I rhyme right now Lines of my life come out Your bread right now [Verse 2: CHL] This hook got me feeling like EM Hard white rapper Killing with the pen Cooper Projects Thats my 8 mile But I stood through it all With a lil smile Truth is I was raised for the streets And god gave me flow To kill all these beats And then came aggression To bring all the heat And then came your bitch To rub on my feet I got swag I could take her in a min bro But fuck that I don't want that nasty ho Maybe if I was drunk With the lights out Pretend she Megan Then It's lights out But I ain't doing that I need a bad bitch And I can get her with swag Being Hood Rich I could go Ratchet I could go Preppy I'm a pimp bitch Call me Hugh Heffy [Hook: Ca$his] [Verse 3: CHL] Let the beat breath Every time I'm in the booth Cut the lights So I'm alone in my mind Like Jesus Christ But It's Hell in there I've been through it all Christmas Miracle That I never fall Sometimes it hurts so bad The way I feel inside When I think About my first homicide Then I turn to drinking Till its lights out Or I turn to rap And bring the mics out Or I turn to drugs And I just get high Whatever I got to do Just to get by Never thought that I would make it this far My life like a road trip in a shitty car Roller Coaster I got my up and downs So every time I smile That means I'm gonna frown Till the day I get signed And take whats mine Bitch I'll be fine I just gotta rhyme My first album Called the CHiL Factor I'm Mr. Hard White And I'm an ill rapper I'm gonna make it I'm taking you with me Y'all my G-Unit Call me 50 [Hook: Ca$his]