CHRIS WISE - ’20 CHRIS lyrics
[CHRIS WISE - ’20 CHRIS lyrics]
Small circle, no bodyguard
Rockin’ the Ebbets Field garment
Like a armored truck
Sip the Body Armor got me powered up
Game-winning assist, salute the teammate
Never take credit for shit
That make the team break
As a young’n man, I needed them waves
But now I just need a clean slate
Finish this tape and meet the Q3 release date
And in the meantime, generate some new demand
Y’all ain't buying songs?
Well good, I’ma sell the plan
Countin’ pennies
I should go get some Hardaways
Countin’ all my blessings still
I been through so much harder days
Win some dropout to dominant
Smoked out to prominent
Walks along the promenade
Flights out to Oaktown
Championship aura, they say I look like KD
And with that being said:
That mean they love me when I lose
Hate me when I win yet again
Never allow myself to be hindered
By those unwell wishers
All those who lost interest, lost interest
On the flip side, I stayed in
Kept raising the stakes: septuple or nada!
To some, I was persona non grata
But i'm still getting love in the
Church so - why even bother?
Going 12 rounds with karma
I like my chances going to the judges cards
Although i've touched some lives
Left some scars
All that work we did at Jackie Rob
Touched way more hearts
I know I’m late but I’m still on the way
Do you want it now or do you want it great?
You want the bond or a throwaway?
Cuz it’s about 30 million of ‘em
Whose only specialty is giving you bluff
I might’ve touched it twice or once
But now I’m off that stuff
Set the precedent so forward
They won’t catch up
Christian is the name my mom gave me
Wisdom is the game that God gave me
I’ve been called to create
Streets might call but I’m headed home
To glazed salmon on plates
She asked if I’ma tell the kids about
My 20 bag and slice days
Asked me how I feel about my
Pops and his road rage
He did the DASH in ‘91 it was a Hit & Run
Came back to the scene
For a couple Christmases
Then he got his wife and two kids and shit
Huh
I never met my little brother
I don't know his truth
But when he hear this record
Just let him know we cool
Have him call the office
They gon’ put him through
This is my mental which I’ve broken for you
Listen ye all of it this isn’t all of it
Only an offering
Studied through all the pain
Life was a hurricane still I emerged a King
Rockin’ the Ebbets Field garment
Like a armored truck
Sip the Body Armor got me powered up
Game-winning assist, salute the teammate
Never take credit for shit
That make the team break
As a young’n man, I needed them waves
But now I just need a clean slate
Finish this tape and meet the Q3 release date
And in the meantime, generate some new demand
Y’all ain't buying songs?
Well good, I’ma sell the plan
Countin’ pennies
I should go get some Hardaways
Countin’ all my blessings still
I been through so much harder days
Win some dropout to dominant
Smoked out to prominent
Walks along the promenade
Flights out to Oaktown
Championship aura, they say I look like KD
And with that being said:
That mean they love me when I lose
Hate me when I win yet again
Never allow myself to be hindered
By those unwell wishers
All those who lost interest, lost interest
On the flip side, I stayed in
Kept raising the stakes: septuple or nada!
To some, I was persona non grata
But i'm still getting love in the
Church so - why even bother?
Going 12 rounds with karma
I like my chances going to the judges cards
Although i've touched some lives
Left some scars
All that work we did at Jackie Rob
Touched way more hearts
I know I’m late but I’m still on the way
Do you want it now or do you want it great?
You want the bond or a throwaway?
Cuz it’s about 30 million of ‘em
Whose only specialty is giving you bluff
I might’ve touched it twice or once
But now I’m off that stuff
Set the precedent so forward
They won’t catch up
Christian is the name my mom gave me
Wisdom is the game that God gave me
I’ve been called to create
Streets might call but I’m headed home
To glazed salmon on plates
She asked if I’ma tell the kids about
My 20 bag and slice days
Asked me how I feel about my
Pops and his road rage
He did the DASH in ‘91 it was a Hit & Run
Came back to the scene
For a couple Christmases
Then he got his wife and two kids and shit
Huh
I never met my little brother
I don't know his truth
But when he hear this record
Just let him know we cool
Have him call the office
They gon’ put him through
This is my mental which I’ve broken for you
Listen ye all of it this isn’t all of it
Only an offering
Studied through all the pain
Life was a hurricane still I emerged a King