Young Chris - I Had To Go Away (Remix) lyrics

[Verse: Rich Boy] Lights hit my ice and make the whole chain illuminate I'm a boss, [?] [?] [?] Talk the top dollar, stack bread like a wedding cake Everybody telling me drop, don't make the world wait Even haters be fans cause they watching All on the internet, checking for when I'm dropping Female freaks fall through like a [?] Feels like a job, balling hard, getting no [wrist?] Chasing more chicks, you chase a piece of p**y No need to call, if you ain't got enough to book me Coming out the crib with a couple hundred karats on [And/on?] my cellular phone getting calls from Hong Kong And I'm packing it, aiming accurate [Hate?] ain't having it, cash got me stacking it And the girls ask, can they best friend, come on sis' Who the special guest list, rich boy[?], Young Gliss [Hook:] [Verse 2: Young Gliss] Putting on for my city, in different places, they see my face And embrace it like I'm one of they own And it's crazy this love's never from home But as soon as I blow, my bandwagon is what they'll be on And it's funny cause some will tell you they been on When I was trying to show them, I'm nothing for them to sleep on But breach on, I know I surely find a way To the promise land even though it seems so far away Cause stupids really in now Cause everybody follows suit, they just wanna be the in crowd And since everything is a trend now Tattoos, and skinny jeans what's in now And that ain't ever been my style [I'll be?] real on my life, I ain't trying to f** a male That's why I'm on the next flight, heading out of town And I ain't looking back n***a, got my heads to the clouds And I'm gone [Hook:] [Verse 3: Chris Young] Got a couple gangstas in the county, can't wait until the bus comes Ya'll ain't cut from the same cloth we cut from Who gave her that ring, we f**ed them and ducked them Cap to save a show, slash cop wanna cuff 'em Guns corrupt them, can't roll without my soldier And that be the stock over my shoulder [Dirtywings?] and [Hawkings?], cops pulling us over Larry Davis, [?] you haters pulling the toaster It's Young Chris, Gliss, Dice Raw [TTLO], they trying to turn the lights off Division one, told 'em we get it done [Hold ransom?] at a hundred from soldiers [?] [son?] (k** him) Back to getting blunted, [Pan-Ameri?] f** up the hundred It's young Tony, for you n***as, who want it [?] over these clowns, did it, we done it And if the music stop, my street n***as will front it [Hook:] [Verse 4: Dice Raw] Dice is here, it's about to get critical I can get lyrical, I can get physical whatever Cali, playing eighty degree weather f** it, I love when a plan comes together I talk to the angels, and fulfill my prophecy You talk to the cops, the reason why they watching me But they never catch me, and I'm totally legit And I never quit, rednecks hate that kind of sh** So pop the top and off we go still This dude is so ill, these dudes got no sk**s Flavor of the month, I lay back lighting n***as up like a blunts Kick them in the head like punts Roundhouse, and roughhouse and keep it one hundred n***a, I keep it one-hundred thousand Who the illest, you dead if you can't feel this So quit the bullsh**, what'chu talking 'bout Willis [Hook:]