Chris Amour - KOBK

Ima real right nigga I can never quit
Talking to the mic making flows I make you sick
I don't want no drama just want commas hella cribs
Now it's kill or be killed that's the motto that we live

Never fold under pressure
Don't call my phone I won't answer
All that talking shit be extra
I said hold on wait a minute
I been stacking to the ceiling
Hold on wait a minute
You thought I was finish
Just the other day we was broke didn't have nun
And now we on stage getting paid having fun
Fuck that had to double that
Told my niggas ain't no going back
Living lavish
All this money got me feeling savage
Gotta stay ten toes I can never lack bitch
I just spent a bag got a bag right in Saks 5th
All my ladies bad super bad and they ratchet
I been balling way before I had the fame
I don't care where you from or what you claim
Don't ever test me ain't afraid to let it bang
Buzzer beater I'ma blazer feel like dame

Tell me who gon fuck wit me
Tell me who gon rap like me
Tell me who gon fuck wit me
Tell me who gon rap like me
Bitch

Written by:
Elijah Martinez

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