IGO

[Intro: Chris Kept]

Ah yeah

Woo, woo

Haha

Hold your ears, bitch

[First Verse: Chris Kept]

Back at it again

Muh’fuckers talking shit get the back of my hand (Get the back of my hand)

I-, ain’t playing no more if you hating there’s the door

Cause I’m staying in the foreground

You say she your bitch, well I guess she a whore now

Do what I want cause I’m the lord’s child

Hit the spot and smoke

Flip off cops who roam when we got lots of dope

I’m on a roll now, shit’s about to go down

Stay clear I’m blowing up your whole town

I don’t give a fuck if it’s your home town, calling it my home now

One phone call and I’m bringing all the hoes out, (Woo)

With their brahs all off with dropping jaws and on their paws

Just thank God they don’t talk a lot, cause I’m tryna make music

Hope your ass tuned in no Jay-Z but I gotta Bluеprint (Oooh shit)

Bass drum like a gun sound

Probably why you muh’fuckers scared to еver come ‘round

Standing on the edge Ima jump down

Making your ass do laps, you finna run miles

Feel like the one now

Here to fuck styles up with just one file (Woah, woah, woah)

Haha, yeah what it’s like being in the other side of this

[First Interlude: 2023 audio clip of Eli Bowman at my crib]

Everyone knew Kanye was gonna start some shit a the freaking VMA’s

Because he had a bottle of Henny-

He had Amber Rose in one arm, he a bottle of Henny in the other

And the man was like, his energy was so loud

And like- like the pregaming like, and like the pre like- show interviews (hahaha)

To people, man’s was definitely on one

[Second Verse: Chris Kept]

Yeah, open up your eyes

You ain’t chase a dream then what’s point of your life?

Buy the ticket take the ride, flying different for a price

I could live up in the sky, like I’ve lived and already died

This an angel song, my halo on

You came along, just see me get high now

On your bullshit? Then you better pipe down (Pipe down)

Yeah, cause to me you a no name

Me and homies eating this whole thang, and it’s off a gold plate

Plus everything homemade

Put you in a ditch, and to cops it’s a cold case

My bitches getting coke faced

Finally sold my old place just so I could live in the studio

Cook sumn’ then I shit on you cause this the only room I know

(Man I’m just killing time... woo)

One more thing ‘fore I disappear

Only thing that’s holding you back is in the mirror

Side note, she wanna cum for Young Chris

I don’t give no fucks bitch as long you can suck dick

Lemme see that tongue lick before it’s in your stomach

And we do all this out in public

[Second Interlude: 2020 Audio Clip]

Christian, Christian what are you doing bro?

Why do you have to be home? (Maria?)

Ok, I’m-I’m drunk as fuck

Bro everybody’s drunk as fuck, why are leaving?

Because, I got music to write bit-

Why don't you wanna be drunk as fuck together?

I got music to-

Tell me, why would you wanna be drunk as fuck and home

I got music, to, write

[Outro Verse: Chris Kept]

Yeah, yeah

Ohh-kay, kay, kay, kay, this one takes me back

When I was little making raps my bitch would sit up on my lap and would post up on the Ave

Watch the sunset till it’s night out while tryna figure life out

And wondering what’s the high ‘bout, and tryna find the right sound

Skipping school and flipping rules off

Hit the pool and tell my bitch to cool off

Taking tabs of acid, having back n’ forth’s with all these rats and cats

Then grabbing bags of trash with cash that’s stashed in em’

Just living free and having fun

Yeah nothing nowhere, can compare, to that feeling that you get when at the fair with your all homies

Smoking in the air, with no care

It’s feeling like you know me now

Fuck last night it’s only now, need no bitch to hold me down

Swimming till I slowly drown and end up on the ocean ground

I might just hit up Rolling Loud, I’ll call next time it’s going down

[Outro: Chris Kept]

(Going down, g-g-g-going

Going down, I’ll call next time it’s going down

Going down)