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lalien - shawn chrystopher lyrics

[verse]
sitting in this room i grew up in
conversing ’bout some shows out in dublin
sh-t, you need self-esteem, a tablespoon of luck
and you come where i’m from you got no chance to m-th-f-ck it
so if a n-gga had to rap he had to snap and all my n-ggas had to trap
i had the [acura?] two door with the beats in back
i couldn’t put my seats back so if i had to relax
a n-gga had to slim down in the front, like a n-gga tryna stunt
i’m talking, two miles per hour down the [?] like n-ggas had the pump
we hit the lows before the johnnies broke and [know?] we had to jump
west side we had the funk, roll it up we had the skunk
you screaming shooting hoops well lace ’em up, got jordans in my trunk
eleven patent leathers on yo mark -ss
back in ’05 we jumping n-ggas for they bus p-ss
my n-gga lester had the all-white ext
i seen that sh-t in usher video, that sh-t so f-cking clean
confessions my n-gga let it burn
i made some money, lost some money n-gga live and learn
but now i’m back up on my grind and i ain’t dropping time
my momma holding out her hand so i can drop a dime
my father died ‘fore he taught me how to be a man
like how you leave me with these tools but you ain’t leave no plan
it wasn’t ’til i traveled lands and finally overstand
to be a man for yo fam, this ain’t no peter pan
this rap game is hit or miss and [?]
and a pound of that sh-t smell like a can of p-ss
my n-gga graduated from canibus to a band of bricks
if i got paid for sitting shotgun i ain’t saying sh-t, least not to you
have the feds out here playing clue
they drug me over to my momma, she like “who is you?”
see that’s the code, never talk to those who [?]
we sell the washer face to face my n-gga friend or foe
and never flap your lips to every jim and joe, what’s the figaro
or you gon’ be locked up throwing deuces n-gga bigalow
west coast 3 stacks, no semi-pro, let my semi load
then explode, now [beep] now, who’s the next to blow, blooyow!
really, wanna f-ck with me do ya?
know that i can see through ya, and bring the drama straight to ya
grandma’s doorsteps, no [?] my n-gga i needed four steps
and since i’m hot again, these b-tches wanting more s-x
i swear this fame has got my head inside a vortex
the seller said come back again b-tch i got four checks
cash me out, cash me out, cash me out
you know they all scared of n-ggas, that’s what that movie crash about

- shawn chrystopher lyrics

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