Rap City #1. . I neva take a high atis. Debate it. The kid the greatest. My album anticipated. I made it. Now Niggaz hate it. Problems I can create it. My pistol is nickel plated. All of my friends can get a quick F U cause friendship is overrated. You waited. You pray to see rival of the mixtape god. I treat a track like soft crack and make a mixtape hard. Dj Smallz the crib got the fish tank walls. These Niggaz playin' me as a joker better go switch they cards. Cause I'm the hardest. That's regardless. Or wether or not I'm sign. Wether I'm in Atlanta or tippin' down in H-Town. Niggaz keep talkin dime. Then I'm just gone loose my mind. Don't mention me 1 mo time. Without askin me do I mind. Paintin not Picasso. Like the macho. But that is not so. You would not know. That is not so. What you living alive for. He showed his plak he showed his crack showed his car showed his crib. I'm Watchin' cribs. Wondering why my crib is alil bigger then his. How I live not a G. The Show is 3. Man that's nothin to me. S.M.A.L.L.Z. I lay the hardest verse on a cd. For free. And I do it so easily. Messiah rap thugs. Spit fire to pack clubs. I'm tired of you actors. I'm tired of you act thugs. Denyin' that you got buss. I make sense cause I make sense even rhymin it backwards. Zep snerr yep yep yep yep yep what that mean. That mean my cliq is the team of chamillionaire the king of the kings. And a game. That I don't bang. Set trips and you broke down. Get hurt on your arm. Turf before you throw up your sign. Your sigh language need say dollar signs. My cliq is so kind. If i add nine. To your life line. Then my cliq gonna co-sign. Just look at the wheather boy. It's gone rain if you ready boy. I swear my game will turn a man to a skeleTOR. My squad joint. Is the squad about squad joints. My squad joint is a problem. My squad joint make your squad run. Niggaz see me in my car. Then they ask are you wit Paul. I'm like Naw. I'm like dawg. Cant you see I'm on a call. Holla at man I'm hollen at that DJ smallz. Chamillionaire.com playa holla at your boy