Correction Lyrics Commotion by Chris Travis

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I do this shit, you know what I'm sayin'
I won't never stop doin' this shit, nigga
No nigga can make me stop the hustle

This shit ain't over til' I say it's over
I keep on scopin', I don't do commotion
She dropped the pin but lil' bitch I ain't open
I'm makin' music, I gotta stay focused
Thank my supporters, they keep me in motion
Keep the good green and OG when I'm smokin'
I'm not the one for the braggin' and boastin'
But I do them numbers, no draggin' or hosting
Hop out the plane then I head to a five star
Chop off your hand, and your shit up in my jar
You cannot keep up cause your shit is sub-par
I make you freeze like Sub-Zero in [?]
Came in this bitch and I'm lookin' like Matlock
Pass me some heat, I might sing over guitars
(Bitch) Froze up your bitch got her lookin' like Nardwuar

Hop on the stage, bitch I'm in rage
f*ck up the people, go back to my cave
Don't do no sequels, I master my lane
Lift up your mind, like it's stuck on a crane
I enter cheat code, cause life is a game
Outgrow you niggas, my life is a strain
Walk with a limp like I walk with a cane
Talk to your bitch but I don't know her name
Keep me on substance, I might go insane
You do not know what go on in my brain
Take out my mess it get ugly like Kane
Sparkin' up bitch, with no room [?]
I go where ever, give a f*ck 'bout a fame
Got a big heart if you cross me you slain (bitch)
Bitch, got a big heart if you cross me you slain (bitch)

No, I don't need a bitch
No, I can't see that bitch
No, I don't need that shit
No, I can't ever switch
That hoe, she a sleazy bitch
My flow, make 'em fiend for this
You know, you can't clone this shit
You broke, get that money, trick
No, I don't need a bitch
No, I can't see that bitch
No, I don't need that shit
No, I can't ever switch
That hoe, she a sleazy bitch
My flow, make 'em fiend for this
You know, you can't clone this shit
You broke, get that money, trick

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