Young Chris Love Hate Thing Lyrics

It's for the taken, history in the making
Break records, imminent aching, never limit your faith
Less is best, gotta limit your space
Never rush, you gotta pace if you wanna win at the race
Right back to the gravel I go travel and blow
It's like a rush when you used to having it all
Got me jonesy back to back, 5 in the morning
Losing sleep just to outwork my opponents
Back's on it, when I twist I'm ready to own it
Too much goose, cut it loose, you ready to throw it
Carson, OG, he through the tent
Marshal Linz kinda breaking through the defense
Past season, of course he thought he had it
Richard Sermon take victory from crab tree
Broke now, had dough the other day
Just like the streets, it can go the other way any day
Any seconds, respect the spitters, not many left
Every time I rhyme it lifts out of my chest
Even if it's windy I never run out of breath
Never run out of pain, never run out of balls
Keep watching my pray or go run out yours
Never run out and tell, we can't afford to charge
Everything on a scale, we can't afford the loss
Whole team lame, everybody a fraud
Leave it up to the gram now, everybody a boss
Sacrifice for rap 'fore anybody could see it
Hear the streets a whore now, anybody could hit it
Had to spit it how I live it, body and everything
Bar for bar, pound for pound, Mayweather in every rain
Chris like Tyson and power like Linix
Trap 'em like Mohamed they sugar just like Leonard
They feeling a bunch of pussy hoes
Young rad to use a rookie, fools
Just a team up out of north Philly
Hips could in every hood he chose
He got so much to offer now the talent's there
On the flip side, the violence there
Just a second of fame, though
One heck of a balance there, thought they break him but only made them
He's alive, nigga