Chris Staxxx - Personal

Dont take this personal
The way that im cuttin these niggas off nigga im surgical
The way I'm fuckin yo bitch I'm all in her cervical
I'm high in the sky
These niggas still at the terminal
We gettin vertical
Dont take this personal
The way that im cuttin these niggas off nigga im surgical
The way I'm fuckin yo bitch I'm all in her cervical
I'm high in the sky
These niggas still at the terminal
We gettin vertical
Who's Down for the count
Who's up for the night
Drinkin brown
Drinkin on white
She In her feelins cuz I'm out here chillin
I'm deaf to the bitchin
I'm livin my life
Nigga I'm chasin this paper
I'm hustling hard for the bread
12 in the clip
One in the head
He wanna trip
I leave his ass dead
A corpse in a puddle of blood on the street
Bring out the fam wit yo face on the t
Tell them that there's no replacement for me
In the face of a g
U can't fake disbelief
I want it all
You can't take none from me
I'll never fall
U stay underneath
It's blatant to see
U were made to precede
Not up to speed
You'll never succeed
I put my heart in my songs
An they bleed
Life is a garden I'm spreading my seed
Not wit the fake shit
These niggas an hoes jus do what they see on tv
Im ballin hard
Like i wanna ring
Money b callin
Yo phone never ring
Im all that u wanted to be
Keep that shit real
Don't front for a g
Got fronted some ps
Made that shit flip
That put me back on my feet
These niggas watchin an plotting
But only what I let them see
Keep that shit G
Swagga John cena
U cant see me
I roll around wit nina
Right under the seat
I always win
Why u niggas compete
Take in defeat not personally

Written by:
Jacob Gutierrez

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