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the mayor - chris patrick & swavay lyrics

[chrous: chris patrick]
real*ass n*gga, i’m standin’ on business, i’m ten toes down to the curb
if i tell you i got you, i got you, i promise i’ll never go back on my word
blood always thicker than water, but water hit different when blood get submerged
my brother my keeper, to y’all, i’m the one, back home, i’m the mayor of jersey
and the [?] tryna slide through the ‘burbs
h*lla bird b*tches want me in burberry
i cannot do a b*tch without curves
make a skinny lil’ ho had to work for me
ain’t a place in the world that ain’t heard of me
do me dirty, you will get your sh*t ran
i comе in this world as the boy, but i swear that i’m leavin’ this sh*t as thе man

[verse 1: chris patrick]
on def jam, golden child
need a million, stay for the options
i would never claim half of the n*ggas y’all said was my sons, send ‘em straight to adoption
on some day*after*day, it’s a marathon
stackin’ these blues like i came out of slauson
i could sell out a show on my own without openers way before n*ggas got poppin’
n*ggas lame as a b*tch, think we standin’ adjacent
comparin’ to me, you wildin’
in a class of my own like a gifted achiever with scholarship money to college
how you run out of bread, n*ggas thought you was up?
n*ggas flex without touchin’ a profit
how’d she f*ck up the head with that long*ass neck?
baby, show me that sh*t you was talkin’
b*tch, i’m just like a rose out the concrete
make her jump out the hole like jumanji
dyk* b*tch want a lil’ d*ck
slow down, twin, she ain’t from this country
sing a lil’, ho, but i can’t do no artist, influencer more of my speed
them girlfriends gets more [?] y’all think if i showed y’all the sh*t that i seen
she won’t slide for the boy ‘less i send for it
after patrick, you know that i’m the 10th wonder
take a risk for the gang without insurance
they like, [“go ‘crease your goal like i’m chris foers’”?]
if you lookin’ for dirt, better dig for it
if you find anything, better pray
def jam got a lil’ money inside when it tend to make problems go away
[chrous: chris patrick]
real*ass n*gga, i’m standin’ on business, i’m ten toes down to the curb
if i tell you i got you, i got you, i promise i’ll never go back on my word
blood always thicker than water, but water hit different when blood get submerged
my brother my keeper, to y’all, i’m the one, back home, i’m the mayor of jersey
and the [?] tryna slide through the ‘burbs
h*lla bird b*tches want me in burberry
i cannot do a b*tch without curves
make a skinny lil’ ho had to work for me
ain’t a place in the world that ain’t heard of me
do me dirty, you will get your sh*t ran
i come in this world as the boy, but i swear that i’m leavin’ this sh*t as the man

[verse 2: swavay]
yeah, leavin’ this sh*t as the man
you gon’ always be a little boy until you start drawin’ them lines in the sand
and i’m cool with burnin’ the bridge as long as you know just where i stand
and i’m tryna escape my old ways, but i just don’t play ‘bout no bands
and she mad as h*ll, but girl, i rap, sometimes i change my plans
but i’m better off doin’ this rappin’ ‘cause i used to be doin’ them scams
and i’m tryna let go of my old ways and understand sh*t out of my hands
f*ck that, still the same young n*gga, .45 deep, pop out in the van
me and chris on the floor at the nets/knicks and i snuck in my five, i’m the new ja morant
and i’m tryna record but my chain keep swingin’, it sound like i’m kickin’ on cans
and my ex tryna kick it, she say that she miss me, ho, i don’t give a d*mn
and i’m ballin’ like i’m on the rams, i ain’t got the time, lil’ lil’ ho, scram
i been duckin and dodgin’ my phone line
and i don’t give a f*ck ‘bout no cosign
bro, don’t tell me you came from the mud if you wasn’t hangin’ wet tees out on the clothesline
and i rap but i’m pressed by paper
play my pape’, push back gets tapered
you can ask any n*gga in atlanta right now, they’ll tell you lil billy the mayor
hm, yeah, crazy
[chrous: chris patrick]
real*ass n*gga, i’m standin’ on business, i’m ten toes down to the curb
if i tell you i got you, i got you, i promise i’ll never go back on my word
blood always thicker than water, but water hit different when blood get submerged
my brother my keeper, to y’all, i’m the one, back home, i’m the mayor of jersey
and the [?] tryna slide through the ‘burbs
h*lla bird b*tches want me in burberry
i cannot do a b*tch without curves
make a skinny lil’ ho had to work for me
ain’t a place in the world that ain’t heard of me
do me dirty, you will get your sh*t ran
i come in this world as the boy, but i swear that i’m leavin’ this sh*t as the man

[outro]
hi, it’s me again
i hope you’re good, i’ve been praying for you a lot lately
i hope things are going good on tour with you and jared
i know we ain’t leave off on the best of terms, but
i don’t know, hopefully we can patch sh*t up when you get back
be safe, call me when you can

- chris patrick swavay lyrics

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