C H R O N I C L E S Lyrics

Yo, yeah yeah yeah yeah

As I walk through my town feeling blessed, blessed

I just walk with a frown feeling stressed, yes

Rock the red and the blue with the S chest

Yeah my mind gets so scrambled call me egghead

Had a feeling and my heart guess I'm depressed

Down the bottles of the pills cardiac arrest

That's what happens to the kid with the neglect

Look at the mirror, lot of shit to reflect

Motherfuckers spitting bombs, word to my bond

I'm a psycho when I'm confident

Earth has it's cons, battle with the broads

Yeah I'll spit this verse on the john

Shit is too serious, let's put these words to some fun

Entitled motherfuckers let's compete like some rivals

I'll be the champion, I'm walking home with the title

They doing spin moves like ballets at recitals

I'm a valet, you know that these doors suicidal

Trip on the court, can I reach my extension

To try to comprehend, copper head, you thinking like Abe Lincoln

Your thought process needs some work, I'll hit you with a pound

I don't dress to impress, these clothes from the lost and found

Need some wiggle room, this chrysalis is a lyricist

Spitting this probably make you a little tense

Fuck another bitch cause the list is a hit or miss

Burn another bridge cause those friendships a little rigged

Fuck with all that sorcery cause I'm a fucking wizard

I'm the guy standing in the line waiting for my blizzard

I'm the guy that's reciting lines like what's a fucking sizzurp

I'm the guy who be cutting lines like where's my fucking scissors

They say fantastic job but I don't see a fucking sticker

I need that gold star so I can frame it in this picture

Maybe give it to my mom so that we could call it even

Just take over the damn universe but my name is Steven

As I write these bars down just know my pen is bleeding

Grip it tight, me and my pad be having disagreements

Get addicted to this game so now I'm really fiending

Let me hold a dollar, I swear I'm good for it

Wanna see around the world but I'm too hood for it

Too hasty with my slang, yeah I'm spitting through the pain

Like a monster with the fangs, only hungry for the fame

If they ever try to knock me, spinning back like boomerangs

Death comes to those who wanna play with life

My thoughts rain fire flames bout to go ignite

I hold that weight, couple grams, what's it looking like

On the gram with your fam, what a scary sight

I got the bow and kaboom like a comic strip

I always seem to get amused by a common bitch

Your perception and your views is what I contradict

Tell these leeches and parasites hop off my dick

All star dream team, yeah we balling bitch

Go hard everyday like a pile of bricks

Don't fall for my rhymes, you don't got a trip

Cause when I spit on this mic it's an apocalypse