Young Chris - Black Out Lyrics

My name peedi crakk I like [?] and many max
[?] she's a hore so plenty back, stayin [?] sleep [?]
[?] the forty five complex I mean that, remember that.

The fact shake you [?] low ball shit nigga [?] need the best stop
Till I blow their chest out that's how little problems get solved
Get you check out [?] let's go, ex [?] heading to the [?]
Check o skino in a [?] that what be call ballin'
Nevertheless, you was in away so you drown from the [?]
[?] you're paranoid
Petrol [?] so professional you think I'm on stare [?] nigga is the crack flow
Don't get it twisted, the best that I hit [?] pinky ranks,
Stupid [?] it's just [?] I'm get in it, I got it, I'm pop that shit
And I'm sipping, stop it, but you're not f*cking with me
[?] what critics got that you got [?]
[?]
Never thought success make a [?]
Gotta keep a few things you niggas [?] you sing
My boys kickin' the door but the [?] close down frazes
And nobody box and everybody blazin
Forty [?]
So if you cross this disrespect this [?]
But my boys keep them white girls around like hefner

Recognize the [?] I ain't seen us
My vision clear like [?] on a sixty
All of sublime [?], y'all niggas can miss miss
I did it with no [?] but young [?] despite the nerves and [?] face nace can hit me
Karma is gonna get you [?] like the sun when is gona hit you
Have a [?] everything [?] cementeries [?] play this [?] mother f*ckers.
F*ck these niggas we crack