Correction Lyrics Chip On My Shoulder by Cash Kidd

Featuring(s) : Mozzy

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[Cash Kidd]
(I'm Kured)
All this fake love
Hope my dawgs still love me the way I love them
We been way up
Everybody hands out, if I say no, it's, "f*ck him"

[Cash Kidd]
Just the pants and the shirt damn near cost a nickel
Been broke all your life, you ain't gon' never solve the riddle?
She throw that neck for everybody, she the artificial
These niggas never drop shit like they argumentative
Pull up to the scene, they like, "There go Marc, bitch"
If gettin' money is a must, then I can't smell your armpit
Same bitch you hatin' on me to gon' f*ck me off rip
Used to wear my dog's shit, now I'm up dog shit (No cap)
Yeah, can't leave the game, bitch, I'm knee-deep
Yeah, never needed hoes, bitches need me
Just took a trip to Arizona, not the sweet tea
Stopped tryna do fraud, but it's hard when everything free
Just f*cked the shit out your thot to a deep sleep
Nigga, don't get beat by the chop like Chief Keef
Swan, that's my brother, you see him, then you gon' see me (My nigga)
SWV, I'm the reason your bitch knees weak
You might catch me daydreamin' 'cause I stay schemin'
Nigga, you a fake demon, your bitch late creepin'
When you call, she fake sleepin' while she take semen
Count money, I keep prayin', had to thank Jesus
When we slide on a nigga, bitch, that Drac' singin'
Loaded 40 on me, loadin' up some bank pieces
Nigga, check the scoreboard, 'cause we ain't even at all

Yeah, why you ain't believe in your dog?
Damn, I had visions seein' us ball
Baby, why you ain't believe in your nigga?
Yeah, what you ain't see in your nigga?
Guess you thought you seen in those niggas
Ayy, huh
Ran up some money I thought I'd never have
Chip on my shoulder reason why I'm in my bag
Now I'm on posters, I got friends I never had
My bitch get spoiled 'cause she really never ask
A hundred choppers, strike me wrong and that's your ass
If it's a problem, pull up suited like The Mask
Hopped out my feelings, then I hopped right in my bag
Got out my feelings like my teeth was hurting bad
Yeah, left her in the past
Ayy

[Mozzy]
f*ck a hand thing, I really carry cake
Spend a band eating Flemings damn near every day
Financially unstable, you's a featherweight
I show up twenty minutes late so we ain't gotta wait
You bitches ain't suckin' dick, please evacuate
If it ain't come from California, put your pack away
I pull up on you in this Lam', that's how I navigate
Laminate obituaries when they pass away
Hey, we ain't looking for no problems 'cause we got enough
I tell 'em pay me what you owe me, this is not enough
Free the Skipper, what's his number? Nigga, call him up
We ain't forgot about them numbers you was tossin' up
I put him on, ain't never double back and follow up
He just tryna rock Dior and get his follows up
I posted hella niggas' bail, that was out of love
A lil' hatred gon' always come with a lot of love

(I'm Kured)

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