(Intro) Type of sh** I Like to pull up to Pull up like skrrr Whut up n***as Drop that bag off See my team eating and yall team sleep So all that get money sh** yall talk about Betta Stop (Verse 1 - Young Chris) Been High since I came in the game that purple rain flow Tired of school bustin some 30's Hiding my pain though Paper stack like cake yo Back in the trenches tryin to creep up on some bankroll Same clothes till there's big faces and my chain go blang mo' n***as pillow talkin with the same hoes Same ol' devious creature that Peen dating I seen her out with meek and Deen she dream chasin Betta stop (uh) Better throw up For the rainy days that fast money slow up And the feel when they try to tag your toe up We drinkin straight we dont ever pour up n***as sleep on them blow ups till we blow up n***as stop cereal for lunch Cold cuts or dinner Forgive me lord im a sinner Smoke marajana for breakfast This game tryin to depress us Closest to the closer famoso for the closure Good morning n***as (Break) (Verse 2 - Young Chris) Pimps up hoes down ten toes down mo' work and more pounds n***as better go or pay ya hear that knock early a.m. the federals are there I ain't scared im just smokin eatin edibles in here Homies did a nuff time pray I never go through there Know you feel if your family for time to go through years and get left hanging Fake homie I thought you cared No tears young jizzle Seen it all taught to load a muppet every month to clean em off Pirex's up in the kitchen show you you how to fry up a pigeon They couldn't see my vision had to switch up on a mission had to stop Shake the blocks switch up the rock all in a day it changed balin with Jay and Dame I said f** it cut off the luggage and the way of things k**em later f** the haters its the players game welcome to the fame n***as (Interude) (Verse 3 - Young Chris) Betta stop n***a think about what you doin before them boy start shooting pack 33's Like you ain't got everything for the low a couple b**hes that fluent The black mask when i do em cause p**y n***as be suen betta stop Look and think about who you roll with Before them cops be knowin about them shots we thrownin From prison picking your body that vortex in your toe and You payin taxes for life till them gansta naggas you owe 'em Betta stop Who you think goin to get caught in that rain though heard you n***as is p**y they ain't snorting c**ain smoking weed from the derb paink**ers for the pain more pain from the flow Champagne for the bros