[Intro: Chris Kept]
Ah yeah
Woo, woo
Haha
Hold your ears, bitch

[First Verse: Chris Kept]
Back at it again
Muh’fuckers talking shit get the back of my hand (Get the back of my hand)
I-, ain’t playing no more if you hating there’s the door
Cause I’m staying in the foreground
You say she your bitch, well I guess she a whore now
Do what I want cause I’m the lord’s child
Hit the spot and smoke
Flip off cops who roam when we got lots of dope
I’m on a roll now, shit’s about to go down
Stay clear I’m blowing up your whole town
I don’t give a fuck if it’s your home town, calling it my home now
One phone call and I’m bringing all the hoes out, (Woo)
With their brahs all off with dropping jaws and on their paws
Just thank God they don’t talk a lot, cause I’m tryna make music
Hope your ass tuned in no Jay-Z but I gotta Bluеprint (Oooh shit)
Bass drum like a gun sound
Probably why you muh’fuckers scared to еver come ‘round
Standing on the edge Ima jump down
Making your ass do laps, you finna run miles
Feel like the one now
Here to fuck styles up with just one file (Woah, woah, woah)
Haha, yeah what it’s like being in the other side of this
[First Interlude: 2023 audio clip of Eli Bowman at my crib]
Everyone knew Kanye was gonna start some shit a the freaking VMA’s
Because he had a bottle of Henny-
He had Amber Rose in one arm, he a bottle of Henny in the other
And the man was like, his energy was so loud
And like- like the pregaming like, and like the pre like- show interviews (hahaha)
To people, man’s was definitely on one

[Second Verse: Chris Kept]
Yeah, open up your eyes
You ain’t chase a dream then what’s point of your life?
Buy the ticket take the ride, flying different for a price
I could live up in the sky, like I’ve lived and already died
This an angel song, my halo on
You came along, just see me get high now
On your bullshit? Then you better pipe down (Pipe down)
Yeah, cause to me you a no name
Me and homies eating this whole thang, and it’s off a gold plate
Plus everything homemade
Put you in a ditch, and to cops it’s a cold case
My bitches getting coke faced
Finally sold my old place just so I could live in the studio
Cook sumn’ then I shit on you cause this the only room I know
(Man I’m just killing time... woo)
One more thing ‘fore I disappear
Only thing that’s holding you back is in the mirror
Side note, she wanna cum for Young Chris
I don’t give no fucks bitch as long you can suck dick
Lemme see that tongue lick before it’s in your stomach
And we do all this out in public
[Second Interlude: 2020 Audio Clip]
Christian, Christian what are you doing bro?
Why do you have to be home? (Maria?)
Ok, I’m-I’m drunk as fuck
Bro everybody’s drunk as fuck, why are leaving?
Because, I got music to write bit-
Why don't you wanna be drunk as fuck together?
I got music to-
Tell me, why would you wanna be drunk as fuck and home
I got music, to, write

[Outro Verse: Chris Kept]
Yeah, yeah
Ohh-kay, kay, kay, kay, this one takes me back
When I was little making raps my bitch would sit up on my lap and would post up on the Ave
Watch the sunset till it’s night out while tryna figure life out
And wondering what’s the high ‘bout, and tryna find the right sound
Skipping school and flipping rules off
Hit the pool and tell my bitch to cool off
Taking tabs of acid, having back n’ forth’s with all these rats and cats
Then grabbing bags of trash with cash that’s stashed in em’
Just living free and having fun
Yeah nothing nowhere, can compare, to that feeling that you get when at the fair with your all homies
Smoking in the air, with no care
It’s feeling like you know me now
Fuck last night it’s only now, need no bitch to hold me down
Swimming till I slowly drown and end up on the ocean ground
I might just hit up Rolling Loud, I’ll call next time it’s going down
[Outro: Chris Kept]
(Going down, g-g-g-going
Going down, I’ll call next time it’s going down
Going down)