Chris Travis — Stayin True

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[Verse 1]
I don’t spit no game to these bitches and they know it
And everything I say is real, I ain’t got to show it
My nigga say he got the lean, well nigga, pour it
I’m trapping on my iPhone, you best believe it’s stolen
And niggas talking pounds, but my nigga, I don’t hold it
These streets ain’t safe, that’s why my niggas ride loaded
These crooked-ass cops want to catch a nigga slippin’
But when a nigga get killed them pigs be missin’
Crazy ass world, but we all just livin’
That’s why my blunt lit and I maintain my pimpin’
And I don’t fuck with niggas, most of them be trippin’
And I don’t love these hoes, ’cause they just want attention
And I just fuck these hoes and give my love to these women
I ride with my family cause we all got a vision
But we gon’ stay humble, we gon’ get there in a minute
My wardrobe vintage nigga, I don’t fuck with finished[Verse 2]
You just gotta face it my nigga, you lose
Don’t catch an attitude, ’cause I don’t fuck with you
My plug shipped it in, so I gotta get it through
If you ain’t got the cash then I can’t fuck with you
My last bitch was crazy ’cause she pop up out the blue
And nigga, what’s old? ‘Cause ain’t a damn thing new
Spit game to a hoe, that’s what I don’t do
I tell her straight up, ’cause that’s what real niggas do

[Outro]
Codeine and pizza
Chris motherfuckin’ Travis