Control - Chris Travis

I don’t need no control

Ay, look

I don’t need no control

Lies and tales told by a hoe

Fuck that she got attached quick

This what happens when you legit

Run through my?

I blank

Till the the day come bitch I rank-

Top till on shit, and you sink

I don’t smoke cigs bitch I pint

I don’t give fucks that’s fasho

You’s a fuck-boy and you know

All my niggas fucked that hoe

Woke up too rich in my robe

No that cannot take my soul

No that cannot take my soul

Dig it up bitch I’m out here

Fuck the world, it’s nothin' that I fear

I’ma come through and control

These pussy niggas emos

They be so jealous of me

Twenty-five soldiers its a lead

Ran it up bitch got a house

About the business boy fuck clout

I done got sauce on my coat

I’ma eat bread with my folk