Testo St. Chroma

Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromakopia (Ooh)
Chromako–

Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each wheel
Top ten, big deal, how the fuck he do that? What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up out him way
Hawthorne is where I'm from, 'nother planet where him stay
Fifteen, cash for that new Ford, I had guap since nineteen
I popped out like a cha-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend
Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hardest in this bitch
Give a fuck about no bark, I'm chasing dogs up in this bitch
El Segundo felt like colosseum
P said I could do it too, and boy, did I believe him
I built a path to freedom 'cause them words that he said
"Give a fuck about traditions, stop impressin' the dead," ah
I'm gon' make it out, promise I'm gon' make it out
Mama, I'm gon' make it out, pussy, I'm gon' make it out
I ain't never had a doubt inside me
And if I ever told you that I did, I'm fuckin' lyin'
Can you feel the light?
Can you feel the light (That fire) inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, fire (Fire), fire (Oh)

Woo, yeah, Chromakopia, Chromakopia