Quelle Chris - Greene Eyes Lyrics

Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves anyway
You get what you paid for
But launder what I take off
They said if I switch up persona I'mma take off
I said "If I lift up this llama y'all will break north"
Pap-pap-pap-pap
Y'all thought I was way soft
That don't make me hard
It either make me a liar or a felon
But either way I'm rapping so it's not like I embellish
BK is in my blood, not a Nets or a Knicks fan
We the home team, I'm a checks and a kicks fan
Never scuff em, in strip clubs on payday
Chicks with fake asses, looking like Shanaynay
Y'all prefer 'em in glasses
Out of them spinning classes
Got 'em singing in my living room like Ray J

Mayday to the shayday, fall apart
A.M. you missed a payday, me and you
I'm tired of eating rappers, what's next on the menu?
If I don't think you fly then why would I pretend to?
Seems you into, ruinin' instrumentals
Ew with all that doodoo coming out your pens and pencils
The only sound piece of advice that I could lend you
Is keep doing what you're doing, it makes me look better
Ain't nobody even checking for you anyway
See me out, you want to politic or spark a J
I'll be like
"Too bad man, I just stopped smoking yesterday."
Now can my niggas just kick back
And wax upon these random beers?

Discussing rare chandeliers
I've been the illest even since I was a Pamper pee-er
Don't need a pooper
So with or with not the stamp of peers
I'm on my own shit
Posted up and lampin there
Coastal it don't matter where
East, west, f*cking south
Rose petals on the steps every time I leave the house
Ay yo, yo
I'm coming to America
Long trip from a place where English ain't the standard
Ah, f*ck yo
Forgot what I was bragging 'bout
Woke up wondering, what the hell is swag about
I guess I've got to gut the new nigga
Stress about it
I've been around since Steelo was a noun, shit
Rap retirement home, yo
It's a line to take a piss so I'm Watchin' The Throne
It's a line, not a diss if you watchin' the poem
For this line I will sit like I'm campin wit phones
And chill, "Eat 'em up Will!"
Take a loss, learn the lesson every time that I fail
Make a boss mistakes, couple stacks lost, oh well
It's Jenga with the paper, break it down and rebuild

Well I don't know about you
But I'm Brooklyn to the core
Only five minutes left and I'm looking at the score
Cause I'm something like the Nets, always the underdog
But always coming correct
Highlighted and underscored
Taking all bets, I won't fumble with the ball
It's a promise, not a threat
A lot of hunger is involved
Mind your speech when speaking with the nobles
Killing 'em overseas, expertly keeping it local
Any day of the week, got freaks at my disposal
On call to do both the pepperseed, and the bogle
They open like a oval, we roam like a mobile
Phone, black fist, power in our vocal tone
That's when you realize these guys got the key to life
A-alikes, who Be alike and See alike

Shouts to the brotherhood of not give a f*ckishness
Eloquent ignorance, cunts leave 'em succulent
There's plenty in the sea, I just succumb to the puckerfish
We naked blowing blunts in public
Check the bucket list
The emp wears no clothes, my hemp odor allures
The scent drifts, they get lifted
Float and follow their nose
My poetry and prose rife with trite Mary Jane
Sayings and names names, blame the ways I was raised (message)
Said you were supposed to rise above
Took that at face value, got high
With a blunt to the face session
Coughed Wesson out on the block
Told the cop "Repeat the question."
My eyes Raspberry Schweppes, concession
For some it's too dense and too pungent
Can't put they thumb on my gems or loose nuggets
I know Zeus is Jupiter, cooning is "Cool Runnings"
The wise fool
Mule kicking the hood from the clutches of Klu Kluxes