Mr. Chow Hall

Lyrics for Mr. Chow Hall

Ayo, this, this Tana Talk 4, right? So, you know what I mean? I gotta talk about the shit that's on my mind, the shit I think about Yo, I feed my team when I'm bringing in work 'Cause that's how leadership work And I don't trust a fiend 'less his fingertips burnt (uh-uh) And I don't want no credit for careers that I co-created (nah) The deals I negotiated, drug dealers I associate with (my niggas) Nah, (uh-uh), 'cause seven figures what I had to be Rapper turned down a contract for me? Now what he make a year is what I stack a week You brag about your whip, but how? That's a lease (how?) Spent your down payment at Mr. Chow's on a Tuesday, now that's a feast (let's eat) Five bands, the cops got in Houston after that shootin' (they took it from me) They tried to get me to come pick out of a lineup, but I was useless In the hospital bed shot, them questions they asked, I was clueless This position that I got as a gangsta, I won't abuse it (nah) The politicians in my city can't believe I got this off music (how though?) It's fucked up that's how y'all view it Like I'm still dropping off units (huh?) They say West is the brains (uh-huh), and Benny is the star Conway the silliest with the bars, well, I couldn't agree more 'Cause I'm on prime time TV fresh off tour in Dior (uh-huh) And what that- deal was for, my shit was ten times more And that's no disrespect at all (my nigga) Shit Conway taught me made me a boss (facts) And these West's own words This how he planned it, this what he saw (uh-huh) That's how he knew not to do that- They both rich, and I am too, so shit, that advice wasn't wrong The Butcher, ah