Chris Mullin Corner Shot

[Verse 1]
I never woke up with hate in my blood
You never spoke up, dirty niggas can’t relate to the suds
[?] to us, industry shaking it up
They too busy out here faking the love
There’s already a war on drugs
Cannabis is the big bazooka
You rappers smoke hookah
Braggings winners be the biggest losers
Sagging titties still gonna maneuver
Y’all been cooking too long, now your food’s shrunk
Scrape your face until it lose paint
It’s a big move for niggas to wear their mask
Now it’s mandatory worldwide, think about that
With the facts and the wordplay, the author is here
Your rap style was born yesterday, the carcass is here
Spit it spears, Vic sick, hospital tear
Top of my game, rocking my chain and streetwear
Looking fresher than rappers that got a budget
Looking dapper at functions trafficking bunions
Oh shit you should run for your life
Gun to your back you know where I’m at
But niggas don’t want none of that
(So I) sit back, let the balls get scratched
I feel like I’m better than all these cats
I got the big pack [?]
All in for rap, goodnight the naps is running laps
The way I got busy, I gets drizzy
High off my own abilities to kill a beast
Vic on the killing spree, kill at will
But to kill me, you’re gonna need eighty tons of steel
Go chill by the rocks at the lakefront
Got skills I could box with an ape chump
Grinding on your girl, [?] call it the fake pump
Pump It Up cam out, I wore all the skate dunks
I’m with your girl we had great lunch (Babe)
Nigga

[Outro]
When God made a basketball player
He just carved Chris Mullin out
And just said this is a player