[Young Chris]
Where the pain set at?
YOUNG GUNNAS (yeah, ok)
Roc niggas
Niggas got 'til January to get their shit together
Yeah that nigga's January
What, ok, what, ok
Chad West
Uh, yo

[Verse 1]

[Young Chris]
Hey yo mama workin' hard
Big brother on the run
Little sister cuttin' up, man
Shit, just outta luck, man
Baby girl born
She done brightened up my life a lot
Block still poppin'
Old ladies still drawin' (drawin')
Haters still plottin'
Tryin' to take my life away
Don't matter, night or day
C reactin' right away
Bring it on when the temperature rise
My intention's to ride
Ain't no intent, but he die
Niggas bleed like us
Forty, clip on my hip shorty
Go get your clique
I'm ready to squeeze like "What the..."
Yeah this comin' out of Chris's mouth (Chris's mouth)
How you niggas bitchin', gettin' stitches
Then get bitches, pourin' liquor out
That's what Chris about
Tryin' to figure out the beat
Down on the outside, bleed in 'til you piss it out
Block all them chickens out
Fuck all them niggas routes
See I need air, plus my mama need a bigger house
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