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(Intro) Youngin with a dream Uh, just a youngin with a dream Uh, Chris Miles had a dream (Verse) This just stayin like school debraw and I flow hard like 2 tsunamis When I break dudes, it’s breaking news, every hella one breaths like a freakin carney It’s backseat, Rebecca and I’m actually with the pen and pad I rip the track when I spit the facts, when I snap back you a 50 cap And I rap that flow automatical, my colleagues think it’s illogical With my eyes wide open, I shut em like voltage I’m focused on what I sign now Niggas wanna throw that trash but I’m more like that and I blast in of some shell I’ma bass pack with the fast track and I rap fast So man just give me my crown Lemme down, I swear to God I love hip-hop Spit fire when I come and lift it up Please now I’m off the leash bruh Yea check I’m gonna come up, when I be young And when I’m least round, I’m bee stung I’m going off like recons From the east side I’m beyond In the backseat our beat drop (Verse) Letras de cancionesBecause lingered it, dropped with it Hey big boys, I’m driving it Going whole and I’m bout to spit it Flow ill like Pac chickens Hey just man when I drop off So called I be ice pickin Young kid with big dreams so hater screw your opinion I’m Duracell, Duracell, that crap flow your cartel This game I run that, ready ho my gold medal They falling off that that Ghost pedals My flow never, it’s so ill I’m 13, I ain’t getting stoned We ain’t talking bout Roselie If I’m going to heaven I’mma bank off If you can bare the tease you kill rom And I get a problem in this rap game Even though I just started I’m cold hearted, I go retarded I ain’t mess around with no bank Everyone thought I was crazy, but now watch me go insane They know my lab math yea they hit us Killing rappers that realist But begin to stop that hating when they see the kid is getting paid Many drastically got a problem, shout out to all my real homies I ain’t in no Rodney Jeffers so watch me as I get money (Verse) My cell ain’t chasing cuz I go beast, wanna do my ganging Time is racing, I’ll be patient through these flows that I’m creatin Out the brain I’m causing pain into your mind from miles away It’s bombs away on all you rappers, I spill these lyrics on all you rappers I calls that cheddar, fap that chick I destructed the second I spit this Said this white boy and his shit been been at it love me cuz I play gone I’m just young’n, I’m a problem You just hatin while I’m droppin all these records They rackin with the rums that I’m provided, you ain’t nothing The completion ain’t a freaking problem man Yea I been live but I ain’t talking no summer I’ll probably school the rappers, you honestly ain’t a factor I’m prospering through the madness, this adolescence is savage I’m blastin em with the flow, it’s disastrous if I’m accurate Actually got more problems with lyrics, you’ll get your asses kidnapped I eb spitting bars and made me fake it then I’m magical You thought I was over, it happens and I ain’t half in this (Verse) It’s right Kim, my spit rhymes, deadlier than Mike Vic Yea I’m sick, I’m startin to see a side effect but I admit I’m psycho It’s not a straight jacket just a right coat Why bite the bullet when you could bite the riffle? Tell me that I think I went to hell and back, they devil tried to sell me crack Whatever that, Illuminati kiss my ass I kept the way with the pen and pad That’s why I’m the center of attention, cuz I’m white but I’m spittin raps Killin tracks and they dig it for the simple fact That I just keep it real, that’s why they the ones considered black I’ve been back and I ain’t never gonna aks a man I’m headed to the top like some smoke in a chimney I’m the doppest on you ketted adolescents with a dream You something like cho squad cuz you ain’t steppin to me But I’m reppin the NYC, that east side I’m appointed man, I’m eating competitors like a motherfuckin Tommy Man these rapping ain’t a hobby, it’s nothing less than a passion Through it everything that happens but I ain’t going for keddy Cuz it made me who I am, them hatin, the fake friends Man it’s Chris Miles, homie, I ain’t stopping til my death cuts (Verse) Yea chick, yea chick, call me Steve-O Killing everybody to the point that everyone listened but never cared how we go I got that kid flow, cause I’m at the top, watch me go beast mode Tryina make green, no C Lo Man cuff the beat, hemo Call me a freak though cuz I go in, I go in, like omens Said I go in like vultures, and to what they care I flow sick And I’m nasty, oh you want the beef, or you paying for the pad We be running the game like after the trap me is coming To the top like now so you class can’t tell him With a lil bit of rhythm I go HAM It was beginning because I know I’m bove them Who would’ve thought that we going off again? But it never compared to the coffee and I Let it drop, you can call the beating if And got the girls gone crazy, every time I switch and count Blowing up like an ant in the warzone Everybody wants that solitary snow cone Gotta friggin this, I will be in it for the people Flow so hard I could give a short key stroke So I’ve killed this beat officially So I’mma do my thing, I’ll represent Turner Raps to smitterings I’m gone (Outro) I said I’m gone, call me Steve-O Yea chick, yea chick, call me Steve-O Yea chick, yea chick, call me Steve-O Yea chick, I Am Me I’m gone From Letras Mania