Alone

And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics Now we movin' so fast, I'ma think about the heart attacks Press the gas, goin' fast, on a hundred, yeah Think about never trippin' on that shit I'm the one that doin' this, this is Big C, Big Chris I ain't livin' in the woods, because they tryna bust a link They get mad, because they over here, they on the shit 1995, now we goin' back, I'm on the seven Now niggas over here, we ridin' on a Mac 11 Now we gunnin' down, they want it, now they want it Now over here, I'm catchin' like it, now they always trippin Trippin, what the f*ck if they won't flip But the way I rap, because I make that shit go up the lips Back it, pivot back, back at the A-forces Think about the time, because of over eight Jordans Like the heart broke, now, that's the poor days Now rappin' over there, because nigga, I'm a demon slayer Like, damn, damn, so dope, so gold I swear to God, I do this shit alone, I don't need no ho Damn, damn, damn, so dope, so gold I swear to God, I do this shit alone, I don't need no ho I don't need no ho I do this shit alone Let's go