[Intro:]
Where the heck am I ? You know what I'm saying young Memphis n***a I claim this bitch by myself n***a but you know I'm still with the squad, you know what I'm saying its raining where I'm at it's raining and thunderstorm n***a ain't no sunshine over here, you hear me ?

[Verse:Chris Travis]
Bitch I got different styles I'm a mystery, and tell your momma cause I'm going down in history. I'm seeing through you pussy n***as like a picket fence, I'm drinking water bitch but waterboyz ain't a trend, and I don't give a fuck you ain't got to play my shit cause only real n***as know I ain't faking shit. I'm changing every damn day can't stay the same for shit but still real with my n***as but can't trust a bitch and keep your eyes on the n***as that you kicking with, cause really everybody just want benefits. You n***as listen to these rappers "think you with the shit ?" Then try to bump me and I feel my shit, Ima' tell you once bitch I'm not a lyricist tell you what you need to hear and make it clear you bitch I'm having fun with this rap shit is you serious ? If it weren't for this then I'd be delirious I'm steady changing the game when I'm dropping tapes bitch I know the industry watching they don't say shit I know them fuck n***as plotting when they hear my shit, I'm pulling up and I'm watching ready for a pick I wanna' be in love but I can't remember shit and I forget about these hoes cause I'm on some money shit and they don't ever hit my line till they want some dick and I don't ever got no time cause I'm making hits all you wack n***as slacking ima' tell you quick "think you hot ?" Shit kill you all slowly. I'm on Twitter but you better not approach me and this ain't Twitter rap bitch fuck promotions pussy !

[Outro]