Текст песни Chicken - Mark Battles
I'm
a
real
deep
thinker,
you
know?
Sometimes
it
don't
even
be
about
nothing
serious
I'm
just
real
observant;
and
I
know
this
Why
do
you
niggas
be
hatin'
man?
Baby
mama's
tripping
cause
I'm
on
a
mission
Nigga
on
the
grind
Trying
to
hustle
for
the
chicken
I
ain't
really
tripping,
dog,
I'm
with
it
if
you
with
it
Man
I
ain't
worry
'bout
a
hater
in
a
minute
Take
it
to
the
limit,
I
mean,
why
not
I
really
had
to
earn
everything
I
got
Look
back
at
'em
and
I
said,
"bye,
bye"
Laughing
at
these
niggas
like,
"ha!
Ha!"
Why
you
worshiping
money?
What's
close
to
a
nigga
All
hooks,
no
bars,
I'm
exposing
you
niggas
Scared
to
fall
in
love,
they
just
ho's
to
a
nigga
Hit
it
one
time,
she
propose
to
a
nigga
Let
me
get
a
chance
Fifteen
my
brother
dies,
wasn't
in
the
plans
Step-pops
in
the
fans
so
I've
been
the
man
I'ma
keep
killing
beats,
let
them
niggas
dance
Thinkin
of
the
times
I
was
starvin'
Home
was
for
my
daughter
but
the
pain
make
me
harder
Jumping
off
the
bench
cause
the
game
need
a
starter
Current
top
five
bring
my
name
up
regardless
Bro
you
know
you
flow
trashy
I
don't
like
you
nigga
if
you
wanted
it
then
get
at
me
Pretty
boy
style
but
I
keep
the
hair
nappy
Turn
Kylie
to
a
women
Have
her
stuntin'
like
her
daddy
Got
the
hustle
of
an
athlete
Keep
your
mind
subtle
you
in
trouble
if
you
lackin'
It's
practice,
double
up
the
madness
A
budget
for
the
fashion
and
a
hundred
for
the
taxes
Obama
tryin'
to
jack
us
Die
for
my
tribe
man
these
niggas
got
it
backwards
No
love
for
these
bastards
All
for
my
ex
she
ain't
never
been
a
factor
Baby
mama's
tripping
cause
I'm
on
a
mission
Nigga
on
the
grind
Trying
to
hustle
for
the
chicken
I
ain't
really
tripping,
dog,
I'm
with
it
if
you
with
it
Man
I
ain't
worry
'bout
a
hater
in
a
minute
Take
it
to
the
limit,
I
mean,
why
not
I
really
had
to
earn
everything
I
got
Look
back
at
'em
and
I
said,
"bye,
bye"
Laughing
at
these
niggas
like,
"ha!
Ha!"
From
Afghanistan
where
you
never
get
a
chance
And
the
rest
of
the
world
treats
you
lesser
then
a
man
Doing
what
I
can
but
the
pressure
in
the
plan
Homeless
with
a
child,
had
to
dress
her
in
the
Van
You
wouldn't
understand
so
just
call
me
what
I
am
I
ain't
talkin'
'bout
Drake,
my
nigga,
Aubrey
got
the
Grams
Tomorrow's
never
promised
so
I
party
with
the
fam
I
need
it
more
then
you,
I'm
so
sorry
for
this
man
I'm
feeling
blessed
lately,
selling
out
shows
Now
the
ho's
wanna
date
me
You
don't
like
me
now,
I'ma
probably
make
you
hate
me
Made
my
mamma
proud,
give
a
hell
why
you
rate
me
Yeah,
now
it's
back
to
the
basics
He
gave
me
the
vision,
thankin'
God
for
the
Lasik
Praise
every
quote,
so
close,
I
can
taste
it
All
I
know
is
three's,
'til
them
niggas
learn
the
language
I
met
a
chick
out
in
Portland
Face
wasn't
nothin'
but
her
lips
were
enormous
Tits
made
her
gorgeous
The
hips
was
proportional
Only
call
me
daddy,
think
I
turned
her
to
an
orphan
We
gonna
end
up
with
a
fortune
Scoop
your
gal
up
cause
the
engine
full
of
horses
I
pray
we
make
it
to
the
morning
Album
number
one,
you
can
take
it
as
a
warning
Baby
mama's
tripping
cause
I'm
on
a
mission
Nigga
on
the
grind
Trying
to
hustle
for
the
chicken
I
ain't
really
tripping,
dog,
I'm
with
it
if
you
with
it
Man
I
ain't
worry
'bout
a
hater
in
a
minute
Take
it
to
the
limit,
I
mean,
why
not
I
really
had
to
earn
everything
I
got
Look
back
at
'em
and
I
said,
"bye,
bye"
Laughing
at
these
niggas
like,
"ha!
Ha!"
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