Everybody Hates Kris

In my fold we don't fold, but we been at the dough since you was at door
And if we at the shows then when have to close like "who we after though?"

Oh your money ain't right? (what your money ain't right)
What your pockets too tight (oh your pockets too tight)
No that ain't all right (no that ain't all right)
Ante up or we gone fight (we gone fight)
Let them hands stand, if you your'e mans man
Put ya money where ya bands land
If I can't get cha bet my mans can
If he can't hit ya bet the blam can
We a do it

Not the squadron that you fool with (nah)
Ain't a dollar too elusive
Nigga who you actin a fool with
These the niggas that I grew with
And true shit

I come out of our wars unscathed, belong in a cage
Been a genius in ways since the pen hit the page
So I'm finna get paid, just like I'm Russy in games
Boy my hustle is crazy
Dare a nigga try to play me
I been grinding my rhymes I got my mind on my mind
And been doing just fine since I turn 25
Nigga you was 25 in the eighties
What you been on lately
This the shit you go through when you fa sho the best
You smoked the test
Your bitches got the golden sex
Real warriors won't expose the chest
Ya Foes is pressed to be ya enemy but but seeing me
Is the line couldn't Overstep
It's Frozen checks for you busters with the bogus reps
I'm focused yea, to blow ya mind the scopes is prepped
Give ya ass enough rope for you to choke ya self
I'm 5'6 with some ogre steps, best hold ya breath
'Fore you disappear like Yoda death
When I still the show it's no regrets
If you ain't noticed yet

Keep acting like I ain't on shit everybody hate Kris everybody know it
Keep acting like I ain't on shit everybody hate Kris everybody know it

My motives are focus My total opponents have not the components
It's cause I been chosen, the monster awoken, bitch I got the potion

Keep acting like I ain't got shit everybody love Kris everybody know it