Chiefer - WHAT'S NEXT?

Boys up in my hood I feel like Eazy-E
Trax put me on game cause now I know that you rock CVD
We them boys up in the hood I feel like Eazy-E
This talk is cheap every time they say they come to see me It's a front row seat
I put on these shoes I kicked the way I had this DDP
Put this one on film it's going big screen not no DVD
Way I talk I'm signed two streets I might sit down with CMG
At my auntie crib I slipped away I had to walk alone
Looked back at my brother I asked him what you doing and what you on
Ive seen how these drugs switch up yo face they look like garden gnomes

We stayed down the street from Walker st. We walk through Bowen homes
Finna stay on my kid like Joe did Mike he can't be Joe for long
She asked me what I'm wearing this Georgia Tech man this not Joe Malone
Asked me what I'm wearing? This Baccarat 540 like over Zo

I can't even tell my brother I know man we done overdose
Sitting inside that hospital just dolo no one to hold us close
Coming through this polo man this t on me like hold you hoes
I know blasian hoes who set people up they said they'll take the stove
Type that's so damn grimy they'll come tryna take some more
Even when they tell you it wasn't them you know it's them for show
They gon slide back even bring some friends and say they fuck fa show
Them friends gon' bring friends and them friends big as fuck like mother loads
Ain't talkin bout friends they bring there cousin and bring there other bros
Them boys big as fuck they look like they pulled a stunt on go
This that type of night with one of them hoes it looks like one of those
I can't blame the racks it's my fault I feel like chum would go
I don't take no pfff , man come on man I feel like chum Lee
rich ass junkie pulled up my whole team they like to stunt see

Jumped off the plane in Seattle first thing went and bought some grudge tees
Texted Chases phone when I land in Houston like wassup B
Whole flight there what you think that I'm playing that shit Bun B
Free slime cause I can't even tell him
Walk beats like felons, come back, write this shit like we gon sell it
Told him to mail it, my last one he told me like tellers
Stepped on the front they put the stain on him like he's with steppers
I look the same I keep that schedule 1 not schedule tell us
Hop on these planes, man we came out like we came out to Memphis
Two hours way he came on this one like he rocking slippers
He still in the crib I don't know if he pulling up or even with us
He still in the crib I don't know if he pulling up or even with us

Written by:
JAKE BENSON

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find