36 Chambers

Aye pay attention see this ain't the type of shit you should be missing
It's Leo baby bow in the presence among my wishes
Hell of a fixture how this nigga get in the mixture
Try nah get richer here while I'm rolling up on this swisher
Very expensive britches my riches be in the stitching
Silence the bitches then have the peasants come the mission
Gotta be kidding gotta key an eye on emissions
Idol the kinship but make a rival of all the tension

What a nigga gotta do now revamp hit em up with a new style
Peep now we shall get wild no doubt endow this style on people
Done did the futuristic sound I think I'll go medieval
Deceive you if you try to be equal with a fucking boss
Cut you off I ain't eager to take a fucking loss
You talking bout give a fuck won't give an ounce
Raid ya castle and tell ya ass that you better bounce
Winter is coming we hitting you where it fucking counts
That's a thrones line I goes live at go time
Niggas hyping they features I'll kill the shit with no cosign
Gun shot pow pow niggas think its a murder
Some ill shit what I'm repping
This type of shit is unheard of
Get money then I stack then flip this shit like a burger
My spare time be boss moves this type of shit don't concern you
In the lab spitting that fire this shit'll cause a riot
Got Tw1ne cooking cocaine bet the studio get indicted
Niggas act tough wanna step up I encourage you to try it
Cause dude I got goons like bad guys in cartoons
Take a seat cause the show is about to start soon

Aye who they repping best believe you see me repping
H-T-C-D nigga I hold the city down
412 that's my city them my fucking rounds
Leo Chambers on the scene I ain't fucking round
Shot out the city hit up Houston you gone see me round
If a nigga hit the Benz fuck it I'm a trade it in
But make em pay that shit in full now just to make amends
I'm trying to make some ends flex then do that shit again
Not compensating for fucking greatness I'm raking in
See I don't want that Benz no more I don't want them rims no more
I don't want that tint I don't want that grip I don't want that whip no more
That's the type of shit I'm on haters on my dick and balls
And niggas stealing my style now gotta shake em off

Speed up get em back back hear the clap back that's that
Nap sack for the back track snap chat gotta snap that
Get a snap back that's that backlash for the crack back
Snap back to reality you ain't challenge me toss yo ass in a trash bag
That's that Leo Chambers flow I explode on a track like
Rat tat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat tat pow
You niggas see me now they swear that I done fucked up
Had to switch the style
They think that I went ghost cause they ain't see me in a while
Been working on my craft lil nigga do the math
Now I'm back full attack
It's an outrage killing shit through these sound waves
Baby girl think she special just use that ass for that pound cake
I don't trust here what no nigga say cause now a days they sound fake
Check me out on that sound stage my sound gauge make the ground shake
I'm gone