Young Chris - The Worst lyrics

I'm from the Lord How do they plan to take me alive? I've walked across through all Yeah, they never seem to cash me Cold summers, hot winter Cold turkey was a n***a hot dinner Hard headed, hot temper Y'all boys was pretty soft as I remember Out to Hollywood, plan to smoke that Cali good I don't drink milk, kush doing her body could Baby, give me twirl' Coming through the speakers, headline of the feces Filling the least just watching this from the bleachers Back knee deep in the streets, know where to reach us Dudes can't pay to get taught the sh** they teach us Broad day, rocking pies, lullabies sponsored links I don't know sh**, on tour, my alibi' Home n***as talk sh** and apologize Even with the millions you n***as not as fly Six feet deep for the weak, is not a lie Push it down so them n***as know not to try No, I'm not surprised you n***as lay undercover Lames together' The beast is here, the gunner arrived'