Rank Keen - Chronicle
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Money for sure Ima chase em
Pass that' bitch some lub
Separate the men from the boys
I had to pay my dues
I had to get the racks
I got to hit that hoe
Put that shit on me
They regreting they doubted me
Like am robbery hood
They ain't did nothing
They ain't flip nothing
Got to make it out they ain't feel me from the projects G
Gat it out the stars
Got this hundreds up on my mind still
They ain't see us out
Got to pray for times they ride with us
Only real niggas around me
They hundred
Mexican bitch mi amor
Me na Rank Keen
cll this thought in mind
Can't even sleep at night
Fighting all this demons
They only be out at night
Can we meet out the trees yea we out at night
Nightmares regardless
You ain't got to be scared at night
Had this big dreams since I was down
From the
(Mud)
They ain't seen
(From the mud!)
I ain't fake no love Ima say it to your face straight
Ion need no company got this chronicles on me
They company
This woman that I love she said I ain given her much of a compliment
This time that am high
I'll be contemplating all the bitch and the hoes
I ain't dated
Got to leave that shit in the past
This the future you in the past
(Got to flip tune night and day)
I want the cash the V's everything good Pronto
I want the pretty ladys with the liquor
cll of the racks and duffle
With some waffle of on the yacht
Straight to yaragoa
Wipe the sweat out
She ain't tryna scream
She be acting though
Taking turns on this bitch
Turn around baby it's your turn
Perfect timing peanut butter six
Came perfect time
We've been eating out off the pillow
She wanna eat breakfast in the bed
(Eh)
Fast I'm back in the booth
I'm on to better things
Seen me off in the projects
Got me feeling like Crenshaw mafia
Came from this part of the city
Up in the the tower we outie
They ain't never seen us in the block
Got them camouflage with umbrella
I gotta get momma a mili crib
Relief her stress and pay her dues
I got this money on my mind
You can call this my legacy
Put that red on like a ketchup
Eating peanut butter out of the projects
Pray for my unborn child
They ain't gotta go through
What we been through in the trenches
I ain't fake no love Ima say it to your face straight
Ion need no company got this chronicles on me
They company
There goes another bitch I once loved saying
I ain't give her my attention
Complaining night and day
Buzzing my phone at this point
I gotta loose her
Gotta leave her in the past
Picture in the past
This the future you in the past
I want the cash V's everything good Pronto
I want the pretty ladys with the liquor
cll of the racks and duffle
With some waffle of on the yacht
Straight to yaragoa
Wipe the sweat out
She ain't tryna scream
She be acting though
Taking turns on this bitch
Turn around baby it's your turn
Perfect timing peanut butter six
Came perfect time
We've been eating out off the pillow
She wanna eat breakfast in the bed