Live From The East

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Neva subtractin', money keep addin'
Hidden in a rock like my fuckin' name Patrick
Down, up in Hollywood, man I need an actress
I'm a young nigga, but she older than my dad is
I'll break a bitch down, quicker than my gram shit
I'ont ever let down, nigga for my fam shit
Every time I touch down, hoes get to dancin'
Never worry because the bands comin' in advancement
Two holes deep in the coup, that's madness
Bitch I'm ova ya head, just like a fitted canvas
Bass hit hard, make me throw a temper tantrum
Smokin' Indica, baby dolls in the castle
Shut the club down if they ever give me hassles
For the rap game, since a youngin been a rascal
In the crack game, walkin' out wit' a handful

[Hook: Chris Travis] (x2)
Bank roll, bank roll
Blowin' up, centerfold
Hol' up, hol' up
Tell that ho gimmie tho
Nigga's keep talkin' shit
Burn it down, hear me tho
Make the whole motherfuckin' world see my vision tho
Two hands up, make a nigga see the universe

[Verse 2: Chris Travis] (x2)
I'ont give a fuck 'bout nobody you can get the word
Mad cause your girl on me
Need to get at her
Nigga's wanna go and get the flow, boy you better search
I'ont really care about no hoes, cause the money first