Khronicles lyrics

Yea, I still cut bricks
Yea, I'm still toting them di*ks
Yea they trynna show tricks, yea I’m leaving them hit
I pull up with 2 tone choppas
These hittas, they really can’t stop us
Mac-11 gon' leave you in trauma
9 milli, Give you some karma
3 pointer, Shots to yo momma
2 pointer. Shots to yo fatha
And 1 , All yo n*ggas and daughters
And 1 , All yo n*ggas and daughters

[Verse 1: Young Singh]
Yea boy, yea these the chronicles
Young n*gga, yea I’m feelin optimal
Fake love, what’s poppin, let’s show em up
Real team, real hittas, no stopping us
Real fiends, real killas, unstoppable
Tellin a Story, they lyin, On top of us
Going too fast, can’t keep up, they lackin'
Going too fast, can’t keep up, they lackin'


Yea, I still cut bricks
Yea, I'm still toting them di*ks
Yea they trynna show tricks, yea I’m leaving them hit
I pull up with 2 tone choppas
These hittas, they really can’t stop us
Mac-11 gon' leave you in trauma
9 milli , Give you some karma
3 pointer, Shots to yo momma
2 pointer. Shots to yo fatha
And 1 , All yo n*ggas and daughters
And 1 , All yo n*ggas and daughters
Yea, I still cut bricks
Yea, I'm still toting them di*ks
Yea they trynna show tricks, yea I’m leaving them hit