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King Chip
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Fresh At My Funeral
feat. Chevy Woods & GLC
[Verse 1:King Chip] King Chip up in this ho Fresh about the liquor store Swagging, if you didn't know Yeah, I bet them bitches known Throwing niggas straight out the hood on Wikipedia King Chip, fucking lonely up in the media Straight up out the ghetto with the knowledge of an oracle Most these rap niggers is some ho's, how the story go Up until age 19, I was very pot' Strong at selling raps [ - ]'bout the ghetto folks St. Clair Ave, that's where you get your head buzz Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Seen alot of shit, but when I was young i never said much Only if I knew you, would I be all on some cool shit Seen alot of my nigga's dead on the pool pit I could get my hands on the blam in a heartbeat Only when you had your fair of death, do you start beef I'd seen some nigga's, getting hundred like some fucking [ - ] Wonder why I have no heart, that's all I known for all my years Nigga's know, make it out my hood on some rap shit Therefore, I am legend living fantastic If you roll a nice one, motherfucker pass it Light my air max up before you drop the casket If you roll a nice one, motherfucker pass it Light my air max up before you drop the casket
[Verse 2: GLC] GLC, the airs on mister visionary Seen my face next to his, I am in a dictionary These pussy ass lames they just can't compare me My bitches they just don't complain when you got a Chevy I was 16 when I got a Chevy, Came up from a partout of fucking heavy Gospel, talk to apostoles Who you know that who shit and fuck like [ - ] I know, the truth will get you goofy nigga's Holding nigga's balls, y'all some groupie nigga's Flexing definition, riding hoopty nigga's [ - ]I be manifesting [ - ]sushi nigga Cool out, that silk shit I rule out Chip got it cracking out in Cleveland, so I flew out Got these hoes going down low, like the [ - ]out I'm about that money and the power, what is you 'bout
[Verse 3: Chevy Woods] I'm balling' just like John Walk Bitch, call me the wizard! Couple years before, you know a nigga had that wizard White T from the corner store was my shizard Breaking angles, cross serve, I know that' Fresh from the' smell the things while I was chilling I was smoking Kush up in the hotels in Michigan Where you think I came from? Lil niggas passing town When you hear G speak, hurry up, All we do is cash checks, I'll be in them' Jacks Ten in the rubber banks, no less, I need 90 packs Blend up an old nigga, tell the ' is fully you What's your point dumb ass? You ain't never try to shoot! Niggas saying' play something' Pussy niggas, what your bet? nigga, I don't need a price. I keep it' nigga, but it's weekend Ship said it got it popping, quit traffic, Clevland
[Outro:] Light my air, light my air bags up before you Light my air bags up before you Light my air bags up before you Light the casket! Light my air bags Light my air bags Track 19 on 44108 10. Police in the Trunk Listen About Fresh At My Funeral
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[Verse 1: King Chip] Yeah King Chip up in this hoe Fresh up out the liquor store Swagging, if you didn't know Yeah, I bet them bitches know Throw a nigga straight out the hood on Wikipedia King Chip, you fucking lonely all up in the media Straight up out the ghetto with the knowledge of a oracle Most these rap niggas is some hoes, how the story go Up until age 19, I was very po' Started selling raps moved right up out the ghetto fo' St. Claire Ave, yeah that's where you get your head bust Seen a lot of shit, but I was young i never said much Only if I knew you, would I be all on some cool shit Seen alot of my niggas dead on the bull pit I could get my hands on the blam in a heartbeat Only when you have no fear of death, do you start beef I done seen some niggas get hunted like some fucking deer Wonder why I have no heart, that's all I known for all my years Niggas don't make it out my hood on no rap shit Therefore, I am legend living fantastic If you rolled a nice one, motherfucker pass it Light my air mags up before you drop the casket Yeah, King Chip! If you rolled a nice one, motherfucker pass it Light my air mags up before you drop the casket
[Verse 2: GLC] GLC The ISM is a visionary Seen my face next to ISM in the dictionary These pussy ass lames they just can't compare me My bitches don't complain when they got a Chevy I was 16 when I got a Chevy, Came up from a pak to a fucking heavy Gospel, talk to apostles Who you know that knew that shit and fuck like Costco I know, the truth about you goofy niggas Holding nigga's balls, y'all some groupie niggas Flexing and finessing riding hoopty niggas I be manifesting maxin' sushi nigga! Cool out, that simp shit I rule out Chip got it cracking out in Cleveland, so I flew out Got these hoes going down low like a luau I'm about that money and the power, what is you 'bout? ISM!
[Bridge] Let me learn until the day I pass And let me be each day fresher than the last And let my son be king As the blunt burns I swear truth over the Earth
[Verse 3: Chevy Woods] I'm balling' just like John Wall Bitch call me the wizard! Couple years ago you know a nigga had that wizard White T from the corner store was my shizzur Breaking ankles, crossover, I know that it hizzur Fresh from the corners, know the fiends house I was chilling I was smoking kush up in them hotels in Michigan What you think I came for? Little niggas pressed for time Want you hear G speak? Hurry up, press rewind All we do is cash checks, I be in them bojacks Ten in the rubber band, no less, I need 90 packs Blind up an old nigga, tell me what you schooling you With your point guard ass, you ain't never tryna to shoot Niggas say it with your chest, play something that I'm nice Pussy nigga what's your bet? Nigga, I don't need the price I keep the Pittsburg nigga, but this weekend… Chip said he got it popping, quick drive to Cleveland
[Hook] Light up my air mags up before you drop the casket
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