"The Source" lyrics

[Young Chris:]
Dukes ain't feeling well, step pops in and out da spital
And my baby girl ain't so little
Still they try to divide conquer all this drama in da middle
Hard bridging da gap when ya momma in da middle

All this confusion no time for excuses
Fuck complaining no pointing fingers let's find the solution
I find it amusing they happy
Bitches finally choosing, screaming they wins out loud
When they silently losing
They constantly rooting
Better not be around when they shooting
Go out in a foreign
Trap and make my rounds in a fusion
I'm Mr Miogi every now and then ima student
It's VVS pointers every now and them I go Cuban
I go dum I go stupid I go drum I'm a use it
It go wooooo when I shoot it
Tuck ya pride before I do it
Better tuck ya pride before I lose it dog
Say where the homies when the movies and da computers off
The bitches gone, da crew get lost

[Ransom:]
Niggas be wonderin' who a boss
Whoever make it through a loss
Magazines in the benzino, I heard it through the source
You ain't have to pay me no mind, if you never knew the cost
The new remorse
I feel for those who never knew who to cross
Sometimes I struggle to rap and try to get through the bars
When momma's dementia she don't know who you are
Remove the scar
I ain't been right writin' since coup de grâce
Can only throw a jab when the champ ain't in the mood to spar
Look, I don't give credit if you don't dispute the charge
What you don't prove in public, you have to prove to God

Elohim
Driving a soda mixed with Promethazine
Daughter crying out for a bottle but he just let her scream
Damn, she hungry so he just fed her dreams
Daddy gonna make it one day, he prayed for a better scheme
I'm not doubtin' that what he has in his head's supreme
But I said Supreme I ain't talkin' a shirts and a set of jeans...
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