Lookin Through The Scope Chris Travis

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Most of the mothafuckin days catch me saved up
Smokin out the pound
Tryna increase the pay cuts
Riding through ya town
Won't chill
See you later
Headed to the next city bitch like a mayor
Nigga's hit me up tellin me I'm the savior of the rap game
She a ho can't save her
Niggas gettin fucked just by signin on the papers
Do it on your own
Nigga do yourself a favor
I'ont really give a fuck about none of you haters
Ill ash you in a second like cigarette paper
Niggas talk down and they still imitate ya
That's why I don't speak on a nigga till I meet ya
Nigga I be speaking to the people I am preachin
Don't get caught in the middle of ya meeting
Cut my bad dogs, turn out a good evening
Get rich alone
I don't need no agreements
His bitch alone
That's a lie cause she creepin
Come into my home
To the public its a secret
Bout to be the summer
But I run every season
Bars get stuck in your head like semen
Comin out ya mouth now you got my demeanor