[Verse 1]
I'm the best in every sense of the word
Sour OG left a stench from the herb
You can screw your face like wrench from my words
This life is a bitch save that shit for the birds
And that's coming from another Chris
I be on some other shit, still listening to Joe Scudda and Little Brother shit like
"I wonder why (can't stop, won't stop) I'm always high (hash bars and weed shops)
It's Californication, no hesitaion with stimulation, cause everyone else is a simulation
With limitations, they imitations, not close, not even emulations
Fake niggas like fake gold, irratations
Clear this bitch out, like an irragation
It's 9:35, shit that's my favorite station
KDAY, they on my nuts like a Payday, when she mayday
Shit, that was just in my heyday
Feeling Jordan, but right now it's Kobe
And if you didn't get that shit, then you can blow me
I'm with OG Won Kenobi at the Jedi Lair
Lighting lightsabers, and it's only jedis there
Ain't no rookies, we vets, that's a bet
And we curing all these bitches from the niggas they was with
Sick shit, kick slick shit like soccer in the rain
Or Uncle Ricky with his cane, stay bringing the pain like Martin
And I'm so crazy, smoking on this beedie be to get me lazy
She wanna dirty dance and I ain't no Swayze
I'm like, "Show me what you got and I'll just blaze this Jay-Z."
Yeah, then it's on to the next, cause it's beyond saying it was all for the sex
But I guess she understood, cause she just left
To the left, to left, it's 747 from the west, from the west
But you already knew from my shin tat, they talk shit, cause I been that
Make that ass bend like a brim hat, and tell Swisher Sweets that I need a 10 pack
Fuck it, just give me two fives, cause I'm too live
Like Luke's crew, but I'm too on, like youtube
And I'm to drunk for you three, and too hard to leave be
But go 'head and lead me, you need me
Like a necessity, I need you, like an accessory
You will get the less of me, never get the best of me
I got the recipe, you want a taste?
747 baby
I'm the best in every sense of the word
Sour OG left a stench from the herb
You can screw your face like wrench from my words
This life is a bitch save that shit for the birds
And that's coming from another Chris
I be on some other shit, still listening to Joe Scudda and Little Brother shit like
"I wonder why (can't stop, won't stop) I'm always high (hash bars and weed shops)
It's Californication, no hesitaion with stimulation, cause everyone else is a simulation
With limitations, they imitations, not close, not even emulations
Fake niggas like fake gold, irratations
Clear this bitch out, like an irragation
It's 9:35, shit that's my favorite station
KDAY, they on my nuts like a Payday, when she mayday
Shit, that was just in my heyday
Feeling Jordan, but right now it's Kobe
And if you didn't get that shit, then you can blow me
I'm with OG Won Kenobi at the Jedi Lair
Lighting lightsabers, and it's only jedis there
Ain't no rookies, we vets, that's a bet
And we curing all these bitches from the niggas they was with
Sick shit, kick slick shit like soccer in the rain
Or Uncle Ricky with his cane, stay bringing the pain like Martin
And I'm so crazy, smoking on this beedie be to get me lazy
She wanna dirty dance and I ain't no Swayze
I'm like, "Show me what you got and I'll just blaze this Jay-Z."
Yeah, then it's on to the next, cause it's beyond saying it was all for the sex
But I guess she understood, cause she just left
To the left, to left, it's 747 from the west, from the west
But you already knew from my shin tat, they talk shit, cause I been that
Make that ass bend like a brim hat, and tell Swisher Sweets that I need a 10 pack
Fuck it, just give me two fives, cause I'm too live
Like Luke's crew, but I'm too on, like youtube
And I'm to drunk for you three, and too hard to leave be
But go 'head and lead me, you need me
Like a necessity, I need you, like an accessory
You will get the less of me, never get the best of me
I got the recipe, you want a taste?
747 baby
( 747OG )
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