Feed The Heads Quelle Chris

[Intro]
Yo, yo (Yo), yo, yo (Yo)

[Verse 1]
If I'm ever choked up, then it's probably the buds
And if you heard it and you bugged, then it was probably us
Crazy, deranged like Martin Rockin' the pajamas to clubs
Drama got my mama tryna beeline to the church
Let these kids coon for chips like Stymie and Buck'
I'm done grindin' for these fucks, unless I grind me a nug
Had to stop gettin' drunk, need to find a new drug
So I can slap my tape down like I'm rhymin' with Puff (Meanwhile)
Back at the chevelle in HQ
Glidin' on a break, but we tryna get cake, too
Interviews, awards shows, I'm tryna be fake, too (Hi, how are you?)
You tryna be like Mike in the nineties
I'm tryna be like Mike now, a dickhead in Levi blues
And black leather vests, BDE like I'm death-proof
Allow me to get loose, already my credentials
And might get mental over any type instrumental (Meanwhile)
I'm watchin' all these rappers go act up
See youngins packin' bad guns when they get smacked up

[Chorus]
So run, tell your kinfolk I'm back
Q, why you have to do these motherfuckers like that?
'Cause if I don't do it, who can? (I don't know)
And if I'm not the greatest, then who am (I don't know)
All these suckers plantin' seeds from a sucker MC
So if I don't do it, who can?
If I don't do it, who can? (I don't know)
And if I'm not the greatest, then who am? (I don't know)
All these sucker MCs breed more sucker MCs
So if I don't do it, God damn