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letra de straight g check - chris rivers

[verse 1: chris rivers]
a pencil, a pen or a glock, not the original
but shit i gotta give ’em some props
it’s the umbilical, been biblical, the pinnacle top
but every syllable from criminals are pits full of thoughts
gotta give ’em the rock
you’re talking [?], i’m talking flicking a shot
you n-gg-s running, but you really on ellipticals knot
up in my visual, my minimal is k!lling your top
my spit is critical in pussy, but i licked a few twats
i guess you ain’t what you eat though
beat a couple beats, i’m loose leaf in the beats flow
bunch of whack rappers tryna fill up my bistro
pay respect to the west vets, but the dragons from east coast
lean doe, tell these spanish cat they wanna fill up on my [?]
while my mozzarella getting cheese like it’s cheetos
most the greatest rappers are retired of the sea so
riding through the game on my bike like its deebo

falling back on that -ss
i miss the days when pops had the glissy glock in the stash
potato barrel turn your noggin to mash
beef was real, grade a, i had a b-st-rd like nas
for the hash tags, sagging -ss with hash in the bag
i said it c-r abbreviated
r-i-v-e-r stands for ripping insane verses send you to e-r’s
apostrophe s, no atrocities yet
when n-gg-s really rap blessed, you ain’t gotta be fresh
cause poverty fresh d-ckies with no holes [?]
where fans care to make a platinum rapper, it’s god in the flesh
but i’mma flex it like i’m larger than death
never sleep, y-z’s when i’m stopped at the x
n-gg- rivers

[hook: whispers]
whenever the g’s arrive, we getting all the praise
jump in the cleanest ride, n-gg- we on our way
the streets ain’t lying, i’m the one that they k!ll for
while you lay dying with a piece of your grill gone
we stay high where we want, get fly where we want
don’t deny it, you a f-ck with some real ones

[verse 2: whispers]
smoke dope, get pussy, stay strapped
keep one in the chamber for a n-gg-, that’s that
we x to the bay then we out to la
hydraulics in the impala, make you bounce both ways
k in the trunk while i cruise down the boulevard
long barrel, big clip look like a pull up bar
no beef, no danger, get outta line and you get hit with the banger
we in the lane with twisted fingers and gang rags
graffiti on the wall in every turf that we hang at
whats popping blood? what’s cracking cuz?
go roll call, mac 11 with the sh-ll, catch and knock your dome off
og kush in a [?]
i’m good blowing smoke while i coast through the hood
say something, play dumb, leave a n-gg- straight numb
k!ll first talk, where the f-ck you think i came from?

- chris rivers

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