Chrome (Like Ooh)

(album: Laila's Wisdom - 2017)

Boys on the block told boys on the spot
You gotta a shot younging, you ain't gotta get shot
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock
Who your leader and where y'all going? My army big enough carry a boeing'
Ride off to the Lox
Hair braided, twisted, wind blowing thru my knots
9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz
Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots
You in a grave situation you should look into a plot
Dirt on my name, boy I'm way too smart
Chest full of a pride don't mean nothing without heart
One life to live so you gotta make a mark
West side told one thang, don't never rock with marks
I only rock with mark, that's my lil brother
That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
I got the dagger back that thang still sharp
I really play the game y'all commentate behind doors
Don't never say my name cause it might end yours
I never been lazy but I seen a plenty Forest
Whitaker, the with of her, good Lord
Ain't got keys like Khaled but I still open doors
A few in my crew flew the coop
The day I fly the coupe I'll probably get woop woop'd
Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schooling
Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too
Synesthetic, know everybody won't GET it
I'm patient though, no wonder they regret it

When I ooh
Pull up in the coupe
When the chrome coming?
It's coming in June
When the chrome coming?
It's coming in June
Ooh, ooh

Pull up on em
Naw, hold pull back
Don't show all your cards
They ain't worth that
Spoon feed these niggas
Baby teeth these nigga
Who they teething on?
Me, my nigga

Chrome been spinning on my mind
Hair, face new outfit, I'm fine
Trips round the world with homies we all flying
Everything they say ain't gospel, lames lie
Boys always taught don't cry, but need to cry
I was taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride
Ride with me homie, ain't nothing to hold the wheel
When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal
Workin on my glowup, they askin if I got mills
I got family, I got stress, got success and bills
Good God!
Put 20 inches on the axle
We cop them classic ol' thangs in the Hill like Axel
Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you
Riding Shotgun, sittin askew
On the straight narrow
I called up mama up
Told her 'bout my summer reign
She thought 'bout Carl Thomas
I said no no no, no no I more like Giannis
Must be real to get these honors
That's why they put G's on us

I'm Real
Represent where you from?
Snow Hill
When you gon pull with up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
I'm Real
Represent where you from?
Snow Hill
When you gon pull with up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real