Deep ft. Ampichino Lyrics

Nice, hello, I'mma need mo' packs

Chris, traxx, hello

Yo, they see me on TV

Man, they think this shit sweet

You don't wanna be me

They don't know this shit's deep

How I think, what I see

They just know my nikes clean

Don't know the nights without sleep

Yeah, they see me on TV

Man, they think this shit sweet

You don't wanna be me

They don't know this shit's deep

How I think, what I see

They just know my nikes clean

Don't know the nights without sleep

I cop heavy, ten P's on the floor

I'm steady gettin' my fetty

You stay tucked indoors

You like to chase them whores

I stick with rap for sure

I love the microphone, man

I'm bout to make me more

Hits, hard six, I'm bout to rake it more

Chips, hard dick, I'm bout to feed your bitch

Hard disc, I'm still sellin' CDs

Wish my grandma couldn't see me rappin' on this TV

Yadamean, I be talkin' so fast

They be like, Chris, what did you mean by that

Fifty racks in my lap

When I leave my trap in less than 24 hours

I'ma need more packs

Stacks, I'm smokin' while I count my racks

Tax, I'ma add on top of all my bags

Couldn't see the snakes, so I cut all my grass

You lookin' at your curtains while I roam the streets

Goddamn

Yo, they see me on TV

Man, they think this shit sweet

You don't wanna be me

They don't know this shit's deep

How I think, what I see

They just know my nikes clean

Don't know the nights without sleep

Yeah, they see me on TV

Man, they think this shit sweet

You don't wanna be me

They don't know this shit's deep

How I think, what I see

They just know my nikes clean

Don't know the nights without sleep

Hope you never slip

You know we been peelin' shit

You ever buy a whip

And some coke from the dealership

Fasho we was in this shit

Cold as the winter is

You ever been shot before

Hit you with a illa clip

Killin' shit at ten

Lost his innocence

Went to the pen

Since then he been militant

Moms on drugs

Dad a guerrilla pimp

Never had love on the ave

Start drillin' shit

Start dealin' bricks

The chick he was dealin' with

Never had feelings for the bitch

Made her hit the strip

Catch you lackin

Hit the switch

Then hit the spliff

Make it look like a carjackin

Strip is whipped

Black men with machines

Feel some type of way

Thirteen cookin' cream in the microwave

At fifteen with them things

Make a tidal waves

Seventeen for the team

I took a life away

Yo, they see me on TV

Man, they think this shit sweet

You don't wanna be me

They don't know this shit's deep

How I think, what I see

They just know my nikes clean

Don't know the nights without sleep

Yeah, they see me on TV

Man, they think this shit sweet

You don't wanna be me

They don't know this shit's deep

How I think, what I see

They just know my nikes clean

Don't know the nights without sleep