Tre16oz - I AIN'T CHRIS

I ain't Chris
But I'm still 'Lil dude from across the street' (I ain't Chris)
Who Mama used to geek
Ain't really want to cross the street (She ain't want me there)
I still find myself in places
Where I ain't supposed to be (Ain't supposed to be)
Not just the Chesapeake
Deep waters I be lost at sea (I be lost)
Moe they say he Big Dog
That bitch ain't a boss to me (Slap em down)
What they say it's worth out here
Is not what that shit costing me (Who laughing now?)
I got Mojo you can't steal
On Muvas ,You can't Austin me (Nah Nah)
I let her slurp up all of me
Then tell her get up off of me (Get gone)
If you label me DMV
I'm from the city, Know that
On Me, On My Muva, On Whoever hoe
Tf is No Cap?
Your slime sound like he move on his belly
Fo and em leave you flat
Snake your ass for your Helly
Guard ya safe, garden snakes move thru cracks
Never stood in a Bando
I don't know what the fuck that is
Where I'm from the trap is your side bitch house
I'm in the kitchen pitching like control yo kids
In them hallways, we out or in
So and so just got em in
Whole Thangs
I'm from a place
Where my plug might know my whole name
I don't traffic Cocaine
But I stay w. Coke
He told me to lay em low
And if I don't he trained to go
Watch em from a far
But make sure I play em close
Eyes on the silent ones
The loudest niggas fake the most
Sometimes I do the opposite
I just wanna get to popping shit
Run em down like Tomlinson
Y'all know who I'm mobbing wit
I ain't Chris
But I'm still 'Lil dude from across the street' (I ain't Chris)
Who Mama used to geek
Ain't really want to cross the street (She ain't want me there)
I still find myself in places
Where I ain't supposed to be (Ain't supposed to be)
Not just the Chesapeake
Deep waters I be lost at sea (I be lost)
Moe they say he Big Dog
That bitch ain't a boss to me (Slap em down)
What they say it's worth out here
Is not what that shit costin me (Who laughing now?)
I got Mojo you can't steal
On Muvas ,You can't Austin me (Nah Nah)
I let her slurp up all of me
Then tell her get up off of me (Get gone)
Raised in the gutter (Raised)
Robbed for bread and butter (I did)
Since I rode a Teeter Totter
Or drank from my Mother (YeYe)
I knew the world was cold (I knew)
When I was trapped in a rubber (YeYe)
Still escaped without eyes (I did)
I'm a Bad Muthafucka (YeYe)
Twisted like a ampersand
High as fuck, I hope I never land
But I Ain't Pan
If we talking stripes
Know my Epidermis plaid
Yeah I got little plaques
But I got hella hoes
Dust Court raised, Sour Deisel smokin', Saratoga sold
Lamped up in the Ut
Shawdy lip lockin my Jones
Juggin' by myself
I got all this on my own
I don't really talk to folks
So I ain't gotta watch my tone
Uncle on my phone
And he talking like Damon
'Mo Money' on my line
And I'm applying 'Major Payne' then
Collect 200 when I pass Go
Don't tell me "wait a min"
I can't have a hoe out here that's adding up my wages
Nobody sat next to me when I was on that wait list
I ain't Chris
But I'm still 'Lil dude from across the street' (I ain't Chris)
Who Mama used to geek
Ain't really want to cross the street (She ain't want me there)
I still find myself in places
Where I ain't supposed to be (Ain't supposed to be)
Not just the Chesapeake
Deep waters I be lost at sea (I be lost)
Moe they say he Big Dog
That bitch ain't a boss to me (Slap em down)
What they say it's worth out here
Is not what that shit costin me (Who laughing now?)
I got Mojo you can't steal
On Muvas, You can't Austin me (Nah Nah)
I let her slurp up all of me
Then tell her get up off of me (Get gone)

Written by:
Tre'Lonte Williams

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