King James

[Verse 1 - Young Chris] Young niggas work hard, broad day in the park We murder shit, rain hail sleet snow Y'all niggas in the crib, we serving shit I got a clock for a block full of North Philly rebels Every time a young nigga hit the club Nigga was a fly little dude, b-ball player Now you all fucked up, addicted to the shrubs Nigga been known since I knocked my plug Hating ass niggas can't stop my flow No a nigga can't fall in love with a ho And a ho end up with a nigga I know Triple beam dream, young nigga on schemes Run through the [?] put the bitches on [?] Front through the block, leave that bitch home [?] Then I run through the work, got to visit my fiends Now a nigga strapped up on winging hawk Right back on the corner With a bunch of young thug niggas that's slinging rock Thank god I'm an owner And they all slanging work, they all claiming turf Till they back the old hearse in Tryna say a verse or two, let the choir sing Let them pack the whole church in [Verse 2 - Kur] Me and phil pack so much loud (shower) So much loud some like it washed up in it We them niggas at Ruth Chris Eating mac and cheese with the lobster in it Funny how I'm eating five star But just a year ago ain't have a pot to piss in I get bored with rap, it ain't no competition That's Young Chris, here go some competition And I pop perks, but they are not prescripted Turn my block into a CVS Fuck a doctor visit, how you tryna eat and ain't tryna chip in If I ever go to a bitch crib I am pulled up I will not be slipping If you run into me put 33 all on your back just like Scottie Pippen If this rap shit don't work out, ok I got another plan Look, Imma bubblegrams and put tax on the work like Uncle Sam I was a product of my environment, so I had no choice to sell product And I had no choice to stand on corners with a hoodie on Like yo cop up, and my neighbors call and make the cops come When I was just tryna make an income In this game you know there's ups and downs You know you lose some, you know you win some Got to stay prepared for when the drought come Ball hard enough, that's when the scout come And my man told x niggas out, by any means, just like Malcolm [Verse 3 - Freeway] I'm a bitter nigga strapped with a four four Speedload extra bullets, that's an encore My niggas trap with the mac, get your mind dwarf Treat it like the corner bar, do shots in it We don't lease cars, we don't drive rentals Put the cash down, then we hop in it Yo ho hot, just like an oven I don't hit her stop and she give me top in it New era, ball fitted, I'm a real nigga, authentic Got that seven 50, six 50 that panamera and they all kidding Got Gotti beat, we all in it, foreign trips, we all did it We for real, while y'all frauds with it Y'all rap about it while we [?] the streets We Master P, we bought it bought it I hitch ho, while you thought about it I lean back, just a plot of knowledge She give me brains, she a fucking geek Before I ever ever touched a beat Flipped a birds tree cop three times a week Moved a rock way before I met Jay and Bleek Graduated from the streets that's hood college