[Intro]

( Zino Records )

[Verse 1: Skrapz]

Boom

I made a fortune selling portions

I'm moving like Gordon in the kitchen

Me and bro be like Jordan and Pippin

I've been missing for a minute, now I'm getting back to business

I put my family first and my money over bitches

Shout my brother Inches 'cause he was there with man in the trenches

When all them other niggas was against us

Remember me and Nina with the Nina with the nina and the spinner

Free my nigga *****, won't find a nigga realer (Free him up)

I was caught up in the trap until I saw the bigger picture (Boom)

Now I'm getting richer, I might cop the Richard

I'll always be a gangster, it was written in the scripture

I was bad in school, but I was always good at literature

I'm notorious, first name's Christopher

Rise up the MAC and make things get wickeder

Strapped up regular

If niggas come for me, man will hit up everything, I'll probably even shoot the messenger

Applying pressure on the game

'Cause the streets being calling out my name

So I'm back like, "Here we go again"

And I don't care who, what, and when

That was then, this is now

That was them, this is us (CSB)

Get you rushed off to hospital

Grab my duffle bag, book a flight somewhere tropical

My life's an assault course, I ran through the obstacles

When they gonna realise I'm unstoppable?

Boom

[Interlude: Skrapz]

Come on, my bro

You know we been running through these obstacles

Coming like we're running a marathon

We're tryna have the maddest run, but we ain't running from Babylon

Nah, nah, this operation put the mandem on

It's like my vision got clearer after me and Sandra had a son

And now that bro's home after seven birthdays

It's back to doing what we was tryna do in the first place

Let's get this money

[Verse 2: Nines]

For all them critics that like to chat shit

For a decade, I dropped classic after classic

I used to shop for cocaine

I don't need to sell tops now, I got my own strain

Told them niggas on the block, I'm 'bout to lock the whole game

But they're still hating like they ain't rocked my old chains

Now I pull up on the block, I see niggas cry tears

Telling me 'bout their problems, pitching ideas

Break these niggas off, they go and literally buy beers

It's fucked up they gave my niggas fifty-five years

It's still hurts that my nigga Stylie died

Pappy got guilty, I ain't shed a tear, but inside I cried

We ain't like the rest of these niggas

Where I'm from, we really rest in peace niggas

Still remember when them hoes made fun of me

And now I'm Boston George when it comes to weed

If it ain't Zushi, then I order Runtz

Bitches always fall in love, I can't fuck them more than once

I fucked up a lot crops, had to get it right

Now I get like six zeds off of every light

All over the opps' TVs, they must hate it

Niggas on the block blame me 'cause they ain't make it

I was the man way before the 'Gram

My greatest highlights wasn't caught on cam

It's Nines

[Outro: Skrapz]

R.I.P. Likkle Stretch, we some certified Northwest G's

We pray the Lord bless these Northwest streets

And we pray for forgiveness

For everything that's bad for the spirit, but it's great for the business

Pray you save the next generation from crisis

Yeah, we pray, but and also we make compromises

Me? I just pray the streets don't take the next Lumumba

Or the next Nkrumah

Just cool, you know?