Kur - Chynnas Thoughts lyrics

This scary as fuck now
Use to brush him off now I let it play out
Every other instance it's a chopper
And I'm spraying out
Getting chase by coppers
Til the cops'll come and lay me out
What the fuck is happening, why they after me
Checking every toe tag
Praying every bag is me
Actually, these my fathers situations
And my brothers
And my niggas and my lovers conversations
Cause everybody knows when a nigga come out
With a fresh new tant not a scratch or a dent
That the cops gonna lurk
Cause it don't make sense
I got a Crown Vic and this nigga got a benz
Plus he got a Crown Vic
And it's sitting on rims
I'm a pretend that it's
A threat and violation
While I walk up to the vehicle and make a
Like a bundle in the states through
A brick in the sticks
He walk up to the window
Oh sit it's a bitch
I'm looking through the nigga
I'm not even saying shit
Anticipating movements

Not sure what the fuck this
Cop think this fucking is
Excuse my vulgar language
Had to get it out the vengeance
Because at the time it took like
All of me to be professional
Flying in the national
Returning to a rational
Simple motherfuckers cause they
Fucking badges go
Naah naah bro, naah naah bro
I handle, I handle
Naah naah bro, naah naah bro
I handle, I handle you not the, you not the
Only one, only one who gotta, who gotta