Chronic - Pay The Price

She's got tears on her face
Not the time, not the place
12 shots like okay
Fuck you mean this ain't a game
Ain't got time to relate, nah
Too much pain it's okay
People never really change, nah
Just get better at the game

Got blacked out windows like I'm a Don
47 burst, i don't know if that's a drum
She wanna fuck a real one
Hung like a stallion yeah, I'm a real one
Mixing smoke with the rum

She's got tears on her face
Not the time not the place
She's just trying to escape
Make it out but unscathed
A lot of niggas pay the price
Cos they fucking with that vice
Tryina numb it with that ice
Like they wont pay the price
I can do it very nice
Machiavelli with the knife
A lot of niggas wanna fight
Like they wont pay the price
I can do it very nice
Red Blossom kinda guy
Not much time left alive

Got blacked out windows like I'm a Don
47 burst, I don't know if that's a drum,
She wanna fuck a real one
Hung like a stallion yeah
I'm a real one

I've Been fighting for this shit
On a show now
And I've been cooking making hits
Found my flow now
And I'm riding through the city with my bro's now
I'm riding through the city
All my bro's are out
Taking shots with the honey's
With they tiddies out
She said she wanna see what we're all about
Climb on a nigga cos I'm hazy now
hazy from the substance so I put it down
She's got tears on her face
Not the time not the place
12 shots like okay
Fuck you mean this ain't a..
Ain't got time to relate
Ain't got time for the hate
People never really change
Just get better at the game
Like we can't see the pain
Numb it all that's okay
Baby girl wanna stay
Numb it all that's okay
Numb it all that's okay

Written by:
Alessandro Myers

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