Chris Bosh

(album: Ballin Ain't A Crime 2 - 2020)

(WoodOnDaBeat)
Go again
Yeah
(Da Realest)

We just tryna climb to the top (To the top)
While these niggas sit around getting high (Getting high)
They gossip like bitches, tell 'em stop (Nigga, stop)
Clean a nigga whole crib with the mop (Bah, bah, bah)
Nigga whole wrist filled with rocks (Ice)
Foreigns on the strip with no top (No top, nigga)
Clean two-liter mixed with drop (Yeah)
Balling in this bitch, Chris Bosh (Chris Bosh), yeah

Talking down on a real nigga to your bitch, now she missing (She gone)
Now you call her phone all day 'cause you miss her (Hello?)
I ain't got time for that shit, I'm on a mission (Let's get it)
Ain't make it in the industry, but made it out the trenches (Yeah)
We was in the spot with the doors off the hinges (Facts)
Now we in the hills, ain't been home in a minute (Nope)
Sitting in my kitchen, running through a half ticket (Yeah)
I ain't never had a hit single, I'm consistent (Uh)
Caught the cases, took it on the chin (For real)
Told your bitch to give me face, she took it on her chin (Ugh)
I just made another hundred, here we go again (Yup)
Put a fifty in the money counter and that bitch jam (Brrt)

We just tryna climb to the top (To the top)
While these niggas sit around getting high (Getting high)
They gossip like bitches, tell 'em stop (Nigga, stop)
Clean a nigga whole crib with the mop (Bah, bah, bah)
Nigga whole wrist filled with rocks (Ice)
Foreigns on the strip with no top (No top, nigga)
Clean two-liter mixed with drop (What?)
Balling in this bitch, Chris Bosh (Yeah), yeah

Right and left pocket full of dogshit (Yeah)
That ain't yours, nigga, that's your dog shit (Bitch)
Bad lil' bitch off fraud lit (Real)
Ice-white buffs full of slush like spoiled milk, ugh (Get it?)
I be getting higher than a martian (Yeah)
Reign, turned the money into carpet (I did)
Niggas telling, so I move cautious (Shh)
Heard he said he got good dog, I can walk it, yeah (Good dog, nigga)
Did my first bid, caught another case (What?)
Had some bad days 'til I prayed for a better day
Laid the foundation at the crib, I'm forever straight (Eating good, nigga)
Whether 600, 560, I ain't never late, nigga (Skrrt)

We just tryna climb to the top (To the top)
While these niggas sit around getting high (Getting high)
They gossip like bitches, tell 'em stop (Nigga, stop)
Clean a nigga whole crib with the mop (Bah, bah, bah)
Nigga whole wrist filled with rocks (Ice)
Foreigns on the strip with no top (No top, nigga)
Clean two-liter mixed with drop (Yeah)
Balling in this bitch, Chris Bosh (Chris Bosh), yeah

Gucci windbreaker on, I'm a coldhearted nigga (Yeah)
Bust they eyes with the load 'cause them boys barely get it
I'm a 'bow bagger
Even got some hoes out here tricking, I'm a four banger
Twenty racks in dubs, bitch, I'm Cripping, half a million straight
In another month, I need a ticket
Five 'Cats, four Benzes, man, this shit getting ridiculous
Serving shit that look like flour, but this shit getting me chicken
When the police get involved, I watched killers to witness (They rat)
Niggas gossip like bitches, that's the shit that we ain't into (Nah)
You know I'ma hop out busting 'til you fall 'cause I hit 'em ('Til he gone)
You know I ain't never crushing on no ho, I'm a bitch hitter (Not at all)
Never hear me talking 'bout no price, I'm a rich nigga (Easy money)

We just tryna climb to the top
While these niggas sit around getting high
They gossip like bitches, tell 'em stop
Clean a nigga whole crib with the mop
Nigga whole wrist filled with rocks
Foreigns on the strip with no top
Clean two-liter mixed with drop
Balling in this bitch, Chris Bosh, yeah