Waiting For Good Things

[Intro]
No, I don't feel like selling out today

[Verse 1]
Christo is the name, dope is the game
I'd sell my girlfriend for some spare change
I need that money more than I need her
I could always buy a new one, what is she worth?
Used get high off jugging elderly
But never jugg someone in your own family
Never hit a lick in your own neighborhood
Those friends ain't solid, man, them boys no good
You'll never come up off them petty missions
Going to hit the big one and go missing
My mama stay solid and my father do too
Before you do shit, go look at your own crеw
Betrayal never comе from the opposition
That's why I play like chess, watching my position
A lot of rappers exaggerate the way they living
I can't knock it, get it how you live it
If you got to lie to sell some records
Then shit, go sell them records

[Verse 2]
Damn, these simp raised busters really getting off the fucking porn
If you were obsessed with money like that you wouldn't be poor
Making hundreds of songs, I deserve an award
I got one thing to say, if you can't trap, then get out my way
I need to make this money, I'm not making memories
White rappers rap, I don't believe a word you fucking say
If you're white and rap, you need to owe me something
Little kids listening to music and being led astray
I won't let my kids ever grow up that fucking way
I need to change my life or I will not stay
To make lot of money, you got to make change
I had a couple girlfriends, but I need to get paid
I cheated on some, but I am not to blame
It's their fucking fault for not realizing it was a game
I can rap with others, but I am my own flame
I pick the gun up and then I start to pray
The wise one sits and the wise one waits
Don't rush into battle, 'cause that's where death awaits
Christo is the name, and dope is the game
I'd sell my girlfriend for a little spare change
I need that money more than I need her
I could always buy a new one, what is she worth?
Used get high off jugging elderly
But never jugg someone in your own family
Never hit a lick in your own neighborhood
Those friends ain't solid, man, them boys no good

[Verse 3]
Alright, I've had enough of these fake friends of mine
I'll bring them all to one spot and commit a fucking Columbine
Harvest all of their souls like a few concubines
I am not a pussy, never committing suicide
Fuck all these pussy hoes scared to speak their damn mind
I been putting in work, yeah all the fucking time
You know how I work hard, and you try to steal my shine
Get off my fucking dick, you are a parasite
I will chop your eyes out and eat them them like a pizza slice
Said put the phone down, I got a feeling something ain't right
Bend your arms in angles that should not be seen
I will take your laptop and shove it in your spleen
I only smoke fucking corpses, I don't smoke fucking weed
I don't need all your love, I don't need all your thanks
I need more cash up just to fill the fucking bank
Tired of moving up ladders, just give me my own rank
All these simple fucking hoes acting like they are cool
Go tie your own noose, and I'll kick out the stool