Verse 1 - Corny:
Packing the black with tobacco and piff
Thinking of my life while I'm pa**ing the spliff
How's it gonna go what'll happen to Chris
Will he rap for a living become a master of his
Craft will he tour the world and drop tracks is
His dream really feasible is it time to a drop cla**ics?
Said drop cla**ics, not drop cla**es
Staying in school with a hip hop pa**ion
Focus on the work but the musics in my bloodstream
Gotta have it all the time feeling like a drug fiend
This is what I do, f** it you can judge me
If I'm not the king, please tell me who's above me
They don't want it trust me, I paved a lane
Made magic with my cards like David Blaine
I'm like the zone read the way I changed the game
How you gonna stop me when you can't contain
My bars, you wanna see me then state your name
See me on the beat and I'm taking aim
Loading up clips and sending out bullets
This trigger sends words when I pull it
Aim it at the beat, grip it and *bang*
Giving you insight to Christopher's brain
These dudes think they're nice but can't spit it the same
There in it for money, they're in it for fame
I'm in it for the long haul, sh**s going down like a Joe Flacco long ball or
Jumper from John wall
I'm taking their spots send rappers on long falls, they can't get back up got
Life alert on call
Meanwhile I'm rising like the tide at night
The way Im switching flows is Posiedon-like
They don't think I can rap cuz I'm trident white
Better realize you're wrong b**h I can write
A verse in a second that could turn your brain to wreckage
Your futures in jeopardy like Alex Trebec is
My flow is tremendous, my rhyme book is endless
I don't need a weapon that's how potent my pen is
The verse closes out, what should I end with
Should I rap about money cuz that's what the trend is
The watches and chains equipped with a pendant
f** it that's lame, and I'm the amendment