Untitled Song

You Reminisce (shushh!)

Who told you I reminisce

You know people reminisce

So no matter how I keep on reminiscing

It can never stop my music thang.

 

So all this niggas who’s in the west part of this country or the east (whatever don’t care)

I’ve come with my rhymes

Uhuh

And it’s that boy Chistar

From nuttin to somettin boy

These niggas think am dead

Or maybe hiding somewhere else

Well look who’s here is Chistar

With the Makavelli rhyme

So take your time to listen to the radio

‘Cause Chistar’s no more in the radio

But In the studio..Bless up!.

 

Bumping and balling

I got a sip of an Hennessy

A small boy living life of a millionaire

As his father said,

Chase the game

Not the gain

 

But that’s insane

Cause he got the name off the game

Dripping chains

 

But well these niggaz wish me dead

But well I hid myself in life of the cartel(Uhh!)

The bad boys showed me

how to live a life

Even tho they are far

Am in love with my friends

No more foes

But enemies

Got addicted to these crack finz

The bad things

They say things

Those Spaniards

taught how to live the life of a thug

But well, I couldn’t fight very well

But that’s for them

‘Cause in my studio

I cook a hot place of lyrics

Then you see my hooches

Them screaming loud like they want some roaches.

 

And I ‘member everything

After singing vision 21

It really blew before my eyes was blinked

But that’s fiction

Realistically,in division

My head was really swollen

By the praises of my enemies

But all is fantasy

Turning me on like it’s Emily

Sucking in

“Hey ya I’m feeling much pain”

But I get entertained,when i see them

On the same tent

 

Hmm

But just know I’m now cooked

by boiling water

100% am clean

Call me the

“HEAVEN SENT”

 

Get wise tho!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh!

Y’all think I retired?

Buh shit

you ain’t seen nothing yet