I’m back up on that throne shit
That Micheal Corleone shit
Hit yo bitch with some cold shit
Used to rock that iceberg
That Ralph Lauren had me feeling I’m Solo
Welcome to the terrordome
Phone home you are not alone
Any nigga throwing stones
If I hit you with the case
Sell it all but the styrofoam
Hustlers hustle till the grave
I got some minutes so I’m down to Rome
Young Cesar in this bitch bought salad home
Used to bump the clips and that reggae tone
Then I started making hits for my fucking zone
Passion of Christopher Michael
Let them nail me to the cross
If they looking for idols
That flow been gang banged
Rehashed and thrown to the owls
Let me give you something new
Yo I’m Beethoven mixed with that Bonaparte
Yo I told you dumb niggas I don’t nigga a mark
But I just spit it like hallows
I shoot it like I'm Christopher Morrow
I’m back up on that new age rap
I got 2 for 25 if you need gak
I got burners from the swarmers if you need jack
I’m a Hustler the only thing I sell is rap
Metaphors for the carnivores
Metaphors for the carnivores
Metaphors for the carnivores
Well I’m a need that back
Well I'm a kill that track
The dark times they hold me back
Hanging with sharks and I’m kinda bored
You niggas on the aux I’m a need the cord
Your engineer sucks I’m a need the board
Man who produce your beats
Looking for eagles cause I wanna soar
If you fucking with these raps
I’ll put you on the board
Tracks niggas on the beat running 44s
Christopher Michael, you can’t ignore