Full Lyrics : Franc Grams - Same Me New Year New Money 2

[Verse 1]

It's Still C.H.O.P muhf*cka, I never lost that

Missin a number, my n*gga I can't recall that

Leaded with left hand, that's the small jab

You gettin blazed when the second-hand contacts

Ridin dolo, you can hear me when I pass by

Too far ahead to ever worry 'bout the last guy

I'm in the spot, Believe In Chop, is the tagline

And Bad chicks who wanna get punished, come to get chastised

CHOP, is it hard to understand me?

Virginia boy, straight from Granby, to the Grammies

Don't worry bout the disbelievers, do it for the family

Y'all feedin' to these n*ggas that wouldn't give you a canteen

Uhh, if one make it then we all make it

Here to break the rules, cause we law-breakers

Doin deals off the record, this beyond paper

Givin my all a small favor

[Chorus]

This for my n*ggas, swear the figures will not change me

I'm doin me, until they get me pushin daisies

And for the people who's procedure is to hate me

I'm starting off the new year with the same me

[Verse 2]

And f*ck swag, it's about whose takin charge now

Cause you can be the swaggest n*gga in ya mom's house

Hell, I might just forget the game and ball out

Work the elements of surprise and build a compound

Just for my G's, like LRG, it's all seamed

My life-role, I'm the same character off screen

Cause people change colors like fall leaves

I'm Tryna storm the game, interrupt the calm breeze

Weather, you like it or not, baby it's my season

Cause when I gets this cold, baby I'm not leavin

IF you can't get the lines, well don't be palm readin'

Tryna predict the future, or how the lost see it

Still sip liquor, rather show love than get ya

But to discipline these kids, it's No problem pullin the switch up

Tryna post up with the G's but you the sweetest in the picture

You project Kool-Aid, n*gga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

And my Beats still bangin, get ya headphones rangin

Better get me on the line, watch lil homie cocaine it

Big up in the streets, but we never known famous

LA the blank canvas that a n*gga tryna paint in

Like a playlist, the business playing favorites

Ya know me, I ain't kissin ass just to make it

No breakin, I face the world as it changes

Cause life don't follow orders, an order is for a waitress

Tryna figure the combination to lock this down

It'll take more than a mean grimace, to stop a clown

I know n*ggas whose 15 minutes is the chopper round

Cause when you dead or you killin, is when you're talked about

It's messed up, got no reason gettin dressed up

Knowin damn well, my mixtapes like a "Best Of"

You never dealt with chronic aches, don't know what stress was

Here for my blood, like a bed bug

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