Im ridin on this mic Like an old school MC Kicking these rhymes Keep it strictly cleanly Keep ya eyes wide If ya blink ya miss me Ya shawty hear my lines And she ask, "Who is he?" Well I tell ya lil mama I'm the rapper with the bomber Terminate these suckas Like I'm on the look for Sarah Connor Pull up with the shotty on the chopper A rapper see these shades And he knows that he's a goner When it comes to killin lames My lyrics sharp as razor blades I toss them hoes from the backseat Chillin in the Escalade And now we finna escalate The situation I spit my rhymes in every nation When suckas hear me spew They be havin palpetations Bust up in ya habitation You think you running shit? That's a memo that I musta missed Now watch out cause I'm punchin Like I'm Iron Fist How do you do? Yo my name is Chris I can't tie my shoes But I can fuck your bitch I don't sound like you Cause I don't sound like shit And I will never lose Because I always win Here I am sittin in the chair Look around and no one else is there I'll set up the sound and let the Alpine blare Pull these rhymes outta the thin air One of those nights yeah the kind where I gotta write and lay my soul bare Cause I been kinda dry I cannot lie I think I will stay out the spotlight And keep this shit tight Cause y'all ain't ready for me Because this shit so clean And it's a million C And y'all gon need a team Just to put out the blaze As my steady flow amaze Cause we startin up a craze Like y'all haven't seen in days Or make that years I don't wanna smack my peers But if I gotta hitcha ears Then here I come so have no fear How do you do? Yo my name is Chris I can't tie my shoes But I can fuck your bitch I don't sound like you Cause I don't sound like shit And I will never lose Because I always win Here we are again Y'all see me inkin up my pen Y'all best repent for all ya sins I'm finna rip you limb from limb Cause y'all be talking all that shit Like I'm not listenin intent I'm in my camp I see ya shirt be gettin damp I see you sweatin where you stand Realizin I'm the fuckin man That's why I take home the W You look like you in trouble too I blast you fulla holes They gon be pluggin you And that's just how it goes When you fuckin with the bro And you ain't ready for a pro I'm finna cock the slide And let that mothafucka go You suckas crying in denial And bein jealous of my style And yackin all the while I'm making moves and passing trials But y'all gon sing the saddest blues Cause I keep on surpassin you I'm like a freight train You best believe my stats me gettin steady gains The more you throw that shade The more you show me you afraid Cause I am fueled by your rage Go ahead Keep fuckin with the best You wind up dead My homie blast a hole right through ya chest Be ready for this fire from my head Yeah mothafucka I'm the ghost rida And if you fuck with me you best believe that I can find ya And this ain't bluffin my attackers This a word to my detractors Fuck you (Fuck you) And this ain't bluffin my attackers This a word to my detractors Fuck you (Fuck you) How do you do? Yo my name is Chris I can't tie my shoes But I can fuck your bitch I don't sound like you Cause I don't sound like shit And I will never lose Because I always win

Should have wrote this shit a while ago Cause baby you know that I love you so And I don't wanna letcha go Cause in the heat or in the cold I know I gotcha there And it don't matter where Cause you always are prepared To meet up with ya man Rarely with a plan Got the love like on demand Even if it was pay per view Best believe that I would pay for you My last dollar and my pennies too Cause if anyfuckinthing is worth it Baby you the most deserving Of any of my C notes Not talkin five n below I always gotcha amorito And both of us, yeah, we know And every town that we go We lovin more than befo Find you at the Lenox store Yeah you the only product I be shoppin for And it don't matter boutcha tag you best believe I'm bout to cop Go head grab that bubbly then we pop When I'm with you feels just like my mood can never drop You got me feelin like I'm top Tippy top dome of the world Looking down at Atlas Saying "fuck you mothafucka ain't you see I'm with my girl?" We finna slide with all this ice Y'all ain't know I could curl? But to say it more precise I love my girl So maybe all this wasn't so concise But I wanna tell you that I love ya, So I think you'll be aight Cause ain't a broad out there so nice And to be with her I pay bout any price

Getting up is getting kinda Hard when all I got My daily nine to fiva Workin hard like forty ninas Wish that I could get paid Just like the forty ninas But instead I gotta hit the grinda Gotta earn my keep, clockin in my tima Get to the point where I can cop Without a cosigna Ain't after whips or rocks Don't need to wear designa Baby I just wanna cruise That's all that I wanna do If you beside me Then it's cool Baby count my seats Got more than two Take ya pick, whateva suits you Buckle up, we finna ride Windows up, you by my side Sinatra singing smooth While we gettin in the groove Stop and go on 85 But I'm still mellow I can jive, can you? Just bump the classy tunes while I drive The more I listen to the vibes The more I feel like I'm alive Cause in the music I survive If it's Tyler or it's Tribe If it's Zeppelin or Sublime It keeps me goin down the line Yeah it keeps me goin down the line Verse two Tryna find somethin to do Pop a block into the deck Think I'll get lost within the tunes Maybe I ain't heard the shit yet Or maybe I can't recollect But either way I'll bump the set It's somethin magic in the music I feel like every time I use it Whatever it is I'm workin with There's nothin to it Feels like I never hear a song the same I dunno if that's just in my brain Or maybe if I'm just insane But always findin somethin new Every time I bump a tune And though I've heard it all before, I gotta stop to thank the Lord If I couldn't listen then I'm sure I'd rather die Cause every story need a soundtrack I guess I figure so should I So that's the reason why Just bump the classy tunes while I drive The more I listen to the vibes The more I feel like I'm alive Cause in the music I survive If it's Stapleton or it's Child If it's Macross 82-99 It keeps me goin down the line Yeah it keeps me goin down the line Just bump the classy tunes while I drive The more I listen to the vibes The more I feel like I'm alive Cause in the music I survive If it's fuckin Ginuwine If it's Earth Wind n' Fire It keeps me goin down the line Yeah it keeps me goin down the line Just the life of an audiophile

End of the day Spent it grindin in the A Not hoppin on the train Just finna start with switchin lanes Southbound to glockbridge Adjacent to the white kids Turn the key and start her up My girl Deanna with the deuce duece in the butt Turn my speakers up Drop the brake Hit the clutch Lock the gate Then we slowly release We start rollin with ease Hit the brakes a second later Time to wake the navigator Hey Alexa take my ass home Ok, fastest route, let's go Word, so I hit the blinker goin left Thinkin in my thinker Shoulda pissed befo I left Fuck it, I can wait ETA 5:38 That ain't too bad Half an hour think I'll last So I keep goin with stop and go Workin out my calves Cause the traffic goin slow Then I drift into bah boom boom bap Let's goooo Comin on the way See increasing ETA Down my neck I feel the sweat Just play it cool, It ain't over yet Think aboutcha mother Cause that bitch ain't never wet The pain is gettin better Then up ahead I'm seein red Swerve to the right Watch the grid pass by But then I see the lights Check the estimated time Up to 5:49 Keep it cool You can make it Keep ya eyes front Keep the clutch engaging Down the ramp we go At a pace painful slow Seem like it ain't fast enough For some suckas coming up As they pass the single lane train In emergency lane Now I'm gettin pissed Cause they're inconsiderate Like all of our time ain't worth a shit Meanwhile, ya boi right here really gotta piss So what I do next is this Swerve 50 percent In my lane and all up in they shit Sideview coming right See a bitch coming so I sit tight She honkin on the horn Flashing on the headlights Gonna let her by But first I'll let her chill and wait Cause traffic ain't a fuckin race Ain't no shortcuts Couple minutes pass she had enough Swerve back into the lines That's when I found that the bitch out her fuckin mind She pull up on my right Window cracked giving devilish eyes I play it cool, like bitch you wanna fuckin fight "Fuck you" I said through the glass Then through the window saw the barrel of a gat Ain't nothin ever made me madder So I threw my middle finger atter Shoot me bitch! You ain't gon do shit! You got nowhere to go So just squeeze it hoe I'm still alive So I can tell she ain't try Just wanna stunt and show she tough But she ain't know that I was man enough To double down without delay To look death in the eye and say Fuck the ATL with this fuckin bullshit! Get the fuck up out my way so I can take my fuckin piss! Fuck the ATL with this fuckin bullshit! Get the fuck up out my way so I can take my fuckin piss! Fuck the ATL with this fuckin bullshit! I gotta piss!

Im still rocking on ketosis While I visit Geonosis My buddy Noah said he Wanna suck up on some bitch's toeses Getcha bitch drippin Like the pussy on osmosis Dr Chris come in clutch With the fuckin diagnosis I tell her straight Who the people with the most is I shake the shit a couple times On the post piss Piss poor rhymes is my prognosis On you bitch suckas wipe ya fuckin noses Why you acting with psychosis Ain't y'all know who the coach is? Shut up bitch and keep ya focus Boy you playin with the grossness Ya daddy shoulda used some fuckin Trojans But he ain't so now I gotta show ya who the pros is Tell ya what my goals is Get rich, die, keep on fuckin yo bitch Call that shit some fuckin necrosis And you muthafuckas know this! Man! And i ain't fuckin with the rap game I just keep it real, I ain't in it for the fame Craft my rhymes up in my brain Then I pass on the chain Lotta people focussed on they things Worried bout the necklaces and rings Thinkin that some gucci's What defines you as a king I ain't fuckin with the flexin I ain't out here tryna get some sexin I just wanna rap cause that's my mothafuckin blessin Can't afford a shrink So instead into the rhymes is where i sink And when I sink I feel I'm free I ain't got a crowd to please Only one i gotta please is me So I can make my shit with zero fear Cause i let my homies listen But I don't care if they hear Take a tip from Mikey Jack Focus on the man that's lookin in the mirror Focus on the man that's lookin in the mirror

Getting up is getting kinda Hard when all I got My daily nine to fiva Workin hard like forty ninas Wish that I could get paid Just like the forty ninas But instead I gotta hit the grinda Gotta earn my keep, clockin in my tima Get to the point where I can cop Without a cosigna Ain't after whips or rocks Don't need to wear designa Baby I just wanna cruise That's all that I wanna do If you beside me Then it's cool Baby count my seats Got more than two Take ya pick, whateva suits you Buckle up, we finna ride Windows up, you by my side Sinatra singing smooth While we gettin in the groove Stop and go on 85 But I'm still mellow I can jive, can you? Just bump the classy tunes while I drive The more I listen to the vibes The more I feel like I'm alive Cause in the music I survive Just bump the classy tunes while I drive The more I listen to the vibes The more I feel like I'm alive Cause in the music I survive Verse two Tryna find somethin to do Pop a block into the deck Think I'll get lost within the tunes Maybe I ain't heard the shit yet Or maybe I can't recollect But either way I'll bump the set It's somethin magic in the music I feel like every time I use it Whatever it is I'm workin with There's nothin to it Feels like I never hear a song the same I dunno if that's just in my brain Or maybe if I'm just insane But always findin somethin new Every time I bump a tune And though I've heard it all before, I gotta stop to thank the Lord If I couldn't listen then I'm sure I'd rather die Cause every story need a soundtrack I guess I figure so should I So that's the reason why Just bump the classy tunes while I drive The more I listen to the vibes The more I feel like I'm alive Cause in the music I survive Just bump the classy tunes while I drive The more I listen to the vibes The more I feel like I'm alive Cause in the music I survive

Stayin up till three Fingers tapping on the screen Writing up these rhymes Nothin terribly obscene But sometimes I gotta cuss Just to tell ya what the fuck I mean Ya bitch come and see me While I'm boppin with the beat She playin bopit in the sheets Pull it n twist it n bop it n shout That's when I say bye Felicia You can get the fuck out I don't want ya odor lingerin So don't expect no fingerin Just gonna get mine So I can get back to the tinkerin I'm crafting creativity Rhyming is my proclivity You could call it my number one Relaxation activity The start of the festivities I'm far beyond infinity Raising productivity I'm five star Relativity I oughta switch the rhyme Metronomic with the time Gettin wavey like a cosin My function has no limit Ricky Bobby in the race to fuckin win it Spit my shit Then all you suckas know who fuckin did it Tearin up the track Like fingernails all on my back If ya lucky I then might return And for those of you that want to learn Proud to say I'm now accepting applications for some interns You know you fuckin with it Best be glad I fuckin did it Cause now you suckas Get the privilege to witness All these bars I fuckin shitted I'm sipping on the loko Up in NYC All the gangstas and the cholos They know who I be I'm playin with my yo-yo Sitting in a court-side seat And I am mucho gracioso Bitch says "Hay papí" So if you suckas doubt me Just check my new ID Surprise mothafuckas Yes it still is me My equations differential And my rhymes scheme is torrential I got winnin on my mental Cause my growth is exponential You can try me if you like But fightin me is suicide Gonna end in a seppuku Like a fallen samurai So try and stop it midway And leave the teaching to the sensei I permeate you like a membrane And leave you stumbling in disarray I might have stole this fuckin track But I got skills some others lack And this is just my way to say RIP to brother Mac This shit ain't easy as it looks I didn't learn this shit in books I learned it listening to legends Both from 90s and the present So if you like me and you love hip hop Then everybody let the beat rock