C-RIS - CLEAN

(yuh, big Cris in this bitch)
We talkin' dirty, but she lookin' clean
Flows they be lighting, be like Ma Queen
She feel electric touchin' a wire
Shawty get tired when I break a spleen
Feel like she's jack, stalkin' my bean
When I'm off Jack and that Henny I lean
Purple my cup and my money ain't green
Blue all my bucks ima Benjamin Fiend
Five guys, we runnin' a train
Thomas got friends, so we fuckin' her brains
Group that I claim, niggas wouldn't know
Got Willie, got Jaeden, got all of my bros
Girl do the most, so I know we won't last
After I leave her, she tell me come back
Never gon' fold, decision been made
Incision the way that my bars å
Murder that pussy, leave it in a grave
Layers of paper, I make are a cake
Upgrade the home, I ain't getting some change
Scope at my way, better have the wrong aim
Or I'll turn into cane, the stick get to blasting
Once they ask questions, I be like, who askin'
Don't feel no pain, popped too much acid
Can't see the hate, vision be laggin
Haters will miss the wave that I'm on
Appear when I make it like Wizard of Oz
Money won't change me bettin a watch
Give it away once I'm makin' a lot
We talkin' dirty, but she lookin' clean
Flows they be lighting, be like Ma Queen
She feel electric touchin' a wire
Shawty get tired when I break a spleen
Feel like she's jack, stalkin' my bean
When I'm off Jack and that Henny I lean
Purple my cup and my money ain't green
Blue all my bucks ima Benjamin Fiend
She on that good, her brain in the fog
Up in the cut like a rotating saw
Call me a mutt while I'm hittin' her raw
We be so dumb, do it next to her ma
Feel like I'm stupid, rolled up a zip
Hittin' like Cupid, shit is cat piss
Girl do it toothless, end up with hiccups
Ass be too thick, I'm takin' a picture
Paper magazine, I act like a fiend
When I'm on my grind, they never see me
It be like they blind, take after John C
Work is invisible, but one day believe
With hope and principal, masses see me
Don't even need, a hundred K seats
Seventy fans will make me happy
Just, want, them to feel, lyrics that I make
I hope that our bond is real, allergic to fake
Cause the way I was raised, you know that my mama was great
The reason who I am today
A person away from the hate
A person who got it astray
From all of the things in the sinful ways Inside of today's modern culture
The vultures surrounding me But with God's help, I'm able to preach
Positivity, I'm hopin' to be
Someone that means, to bring us the peace
You know we all need, that we all deserve
It gets on my nerves, how rich are the poor
In what really matters, fearin' what's after
My final chapter, hopin' it's laughter
It doesn't matter (Matter)

Written by:
Christopher Ramirez

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