Connect 4

[Intro: Young Chris] Yeah... uh, C. West We do this, Joe Budden Yeah, Young Chris, what, what? Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Young Chris] To the heart of North of 'delph, pour my spirit and flesh Give me the crown, watch me wear it the best I ain't hearin' the rest Long gone, dancin' with bigger fish here Fish scale advances for glitter wrist wear Ch-chea, motherfucker this year Chris here Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits here Ain't shit sweet y'all, life about a bitch yeah Say I drive her crazy though I ride that ho fifth gear Talk so much poverty 'cause I live here Talk facility 'cause my family's doin' a bid there You ain't rappin' or ballin', we got our hustle out That's what a thug about, anything to get the fuck up out The ghetto, dodge the devil, prolong my demise Got a green sticky lye, baby, 365 [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Hold up, a nigga went from lukewarm to hot Scratch that, from coldest winter to hell's kitchen Aside from predictable shots and shells spittin' Wouldn'ta even known it 'cause nothin' felt different E'rything dope in this game ain't on the radio That proofs me, check the dames and the ratio Brain like fellatio, I mean it used to be 'caine like Horatio Fuck you, pay me though Hood form, style in whatever I put on Come from where you give a wrong look and you would look wrong Broads off the hook for him But I treat 'em like Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT long Young niggas take your vitamins Your 28-inch rims higher than watchin' me admirin' JUMP OFF, e'rything that they aspirin' to be But the bullshit gets tiresome to me See, only one concern, gettin' my bread right Hate to see you lose your Life over a website I'll feel Sorry Y'all'll only know what I show, I Chris Brown and Rihanna that real story Off putting words together like Scrabble Build your Monopoly, they just gon' attack you Can't Pictionary it, they gon' think it's Taboo When you get more, they can't Connect the Four, dawg.. [Outro: Joe Budden] Geah, Joey, Chris Yes Chad, I fuckin' know the sound