Given Orders - Chris Travis

Walkin' through the world given orders

You can’t understand how they act disloyal

I go my own way if I gotta' cross the border

You look my way and I’m over you soarin'

My compadres need attendance and enjoyment

Never in my time do I need to report shit

Step in my way and I’m gonna' have no remorse bitch

Bitch you see my Friday and I’m at your front door bitch

Bring it my way and I never have to force shit and if I do bitch nigga that

shit was important

I slide up, I tell her can’t find us

We somewhere just higher

Y’all little like minors

Drop that bitch I’m gone, I head out alone

All these rappers wrong, need to clear their songs

Head bang to my songs, adrenaline gone

Bitch I smoke like Cheech and Chong, one hit then you gone

Fuck you to my haters your vision in danger

I been focused since a baby ain’t shit that can change me

Niggas get up what they rackin' and think that they rackin'

I’m just gettin' what I want then go straight to my banker

Fuck nigga what I’m makin', the fuck is you thinkin'

Drop your heart down in one second, you think that you racin'

Ride like this, you can’t, you pussy, you ain’t

Doin' what you say, boy these rappers be fake

Snappin' everyday I snap when I can’t

Doin' what I want, cuz' who said I can’t