Chronix – 200 years

Chronix – 200 years Lyrics

Artist: Chronix
Song: 200 years

Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa
From out the streets, became a millionaire
I know n#gg#s started in the trap, and they still there
‘member i was robbin’, i bought jewelry and i still wear it

Came a long way with all my n#gg#s, and they still here
My big bro behind bars, fighting two hundred years
I got that call, i lost my dawg, and i don’t know how to feel
Gotta stay on savage time, you know it’s war time

I remember i ain’t used to leave the house without my .45
I ain’t got no time
‘member pappy had the mackie at the stop sign
sh#t was too, too real

I got my glock, and laid ’em down, n#gg#, you knew the deal
That’s why i moved to the hills, and i’m new to it
’cause i ain’t sure why my dawg had to make the news reel
Got promethazine in my eyes, i’m cryin’ purple tears

The streets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still
Uh, and that’s why i’m on tour, that’s why my house a resort
That’s why i got the four by four
I remember when i was low, tryna trap in front of the store

Hop fences on the police, from handcuffs to rollies
These hoes didn’t know a n#gg#, now she claim she know me
I been counting’ up the
From out the streets, became a millionaire

I know n#gg#s started in the trap, and they still there
‘member i was robbin’, i bought jewelry and i still wear it
Came a long way with all my n#gg#s, and they still here
My big bro behind bars, fighting two hundred years

I got that call, i lost my dawg, and i don’t know how to feel
Gotta stay on savage time, you know it’s war time
I remember i ain’t used to leave the house without my .45
I ain’t got no time

‘member pappy had the mackie at the stop sign
sh#t was too, too real
I got my glock, and laid ’em down, n#gg#, you knew the deal
That’s why i moved to the hills, and i’m new to it

’cause i ain’t sure why my dawg had to make the news reel
Got promethazine in my eyes, i’m cryin’ purple tears
The streets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still
Uh, and that’s why i’m on tour, that’s why my house a resort

Now she claim she know me
I been counting’ up the bag, yeah, yeah
I get the load on the bag, i’m f#ckin’ up yens
I go get the birdie, birdie, n#gg#, i need some hens

Thirty before thirty, i been settin’ trends
Hop on the forbes, i hop on the forbes, i hop on the forbes
I been countin’ millions every time i board
Spend your whole budget in the designer store

Walk inside my closet, it’s designer galore
Bad b#tch give me ya-ya in an aventador
Bad b#tch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck
Flooded my wrist, it’s wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I’m boutta pack up the whole house, put it inside the suitcase
Put my dick inside her mouth like it’s crest toothpaste
Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh
Got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh

Ten in the bed, ten in the pool, bae, huh
I need some bread, been trappin’ for two days
If he rockin’ with the opps, we gotta wet the block
Got my glock in the dior, but i got on gucci socks

Drip too hard, you can’t ride this wave
Put my baby mama and my mom in a bentayga
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Release Year: 2021