WeedJunky - Everybody Hates Chris Lyrics

Why do I think about killing
When I get in my feelings?
I'm just trynna turn my hit man into a rich nigga
In that water shit could get fishy
Imma star I gotta stay my distance
I'm a young nigga with a lot of big plans that's the difference
The streets better off without me
Im where that money at you niggas where the clout be
I was out hustling, nigga you was in the house sleep
I know you mad and you hate everything about me

I don't know these niggas they just coming out the blue
Nigga fuck your circle
Y'all ain't nothing but a bowl of fruits
Why your bitch controlling you
When you ain't got dough you so confused
I had to fix my self for real, but it was so hard to find the tools
You snooze you lose, but I'm getting loose
When I got that cutter on me lil bitch
This shit so opposite, they starving the poor, but feeding the rich
Pack in the mail, you just a lick
If the prices right, I'm taking a hit
Don't slide on my block with no tint
We call him lil Weezy, we taking his wind
No offense
Even in a shootout I don't flinch
You want see what I'm bout just come spin
Bet he won't do it ever again
Ask the lord to forgive all of my sins
Don't be starting no shit you can't end
When I started I had a few friends
But Shaniah and Carolyn go have the newest Benz

Why do I think about killing
When I get in my feelings?
I'm just trynna turn my hit man into a rich nigga
In that water shit could get fishy
Imma star I gotta stay my distance
I'm a young nigga with a lot of big plans that's the difference
The streets better off without me
Im where that money at you niggas where the clout be
I was out hustling, nigga you was in the house sleep
I know you mad and you hate everything about me

I know why they mad
Cause they started before me
But they sleep and I'm on their ass
To get where I'm at
I fucked up a couple bags
Never made it back
So I went right back on that ave
Them feinds want me alive boy don't get rocked for this 50 slab
Had to switch the swag cause all these copycats so trash
He bragging like he gangsta, like we don't know about his past
Real niggas come first
Bitch niggas don't even come last
They ain't even in the picture
Better thank God he ain't get smashed
Standing on all ten, trynna duck these toe tags
I ain't never said shit even tho the Feds was at a nigga hat
They was at my momma house and they
Left a note I ain't hit back
Can't chase cheese without running into a rat

Why do I think about killing
When I get in my feelings?
I'm just trynna turn my hit man into a rich nigga
In that water shit could get fishy
Imma star I gotta stay my distance
I'm a young nigga with a lot of big plans that's the difference
The streets better off without me
Im where that money at you niggas where the clout be
I was out hustling, nigga you was in the house sleep
I know you mad and you hate everything about me