Joy More Important Than Success
[Verse 1: Chris Crack]
Yeah bitch! You know where I had her at! Cutta what up?
Some things you can only see with your eyes closed
I never let them bygones be bygones, they know what it did
I'm all game, they just underbid, I’m just doing this for my kids
And I lot of these hoes too, sixth grade had a gold tooth
I'm so old school and I know my lid, I ain't the one to mix
They lock us up for a gun or brick having fun with this
I’m off a pill ain't no coming quick, I'm with something thick
I had a pizza box full of puppies, just wanted loving
I'm on my sixty-eighth customer it was busting
Cause my brand nice, pulled up on some bitches, they from Van Nuys
You damn right, ain't no cuffing, that's no discussion
And I'm still scarred, I ain't popping pills hard, just steel bars
And titanium structures, gold frame, somebody get me on the phone with Dame
Or jing-a-ling James, I’m sorry for all the names that I’m dropping
Fuck your politics in Chicago, now that I'm popping they wanna holler
Man, I’m hoping my name tasting like shit when you swallow or
Put your lips on my bottle, and the love these niggas showing is hollow
Hah, huh, just to get follows, already peeked the jig
You tried to pull it when I saw the cig, on my hip is where the heater live
Face the truth or get deeper in, don't cheat the biz
A thousand-eight what a kilo is, Doc Martens just emo timbs
You could see the fear
[Chorus: Chris Crack]
You know what it is
You know what it is
[Verse 2: MFn Mello]
In additions to the noise you know the difference be the joy
They tried bury, peep the ploy, I'm plotting on the floyd
Make a hater null and void, all cases I'll avoid
Bad boy, Detroit, like Isaiah out west be my layer
Such a player with that Himalaya flare go
Whoo on a bitch, too true to the script
Heath Ledger, me pledge allegiance to some A1’s
I'm a true lunatic, hey, dirty all we got
And I shook it like the scene and made it pop
Slow mo better than not moving, not choosing
Like I never gave a fuck, extra virgin olive oil
On that bird that drip a must, chef forever cooking up
Please book ‘em up, hit your bill with all this hot shit
In the frenzy how did God sip all of logic
First send deposits, I can bank on that
Fuck they even thinking, truly out of pocket
Like a handkerchief, old heat like Bangladesh