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Bet on Yourself Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Crooks
Length: 2:29
Written by: Christopher Williams




Chris Crooks - Bet on Yourself Lyrics




I had to change my number!
Had to change my number!
It's been a busy summer, it's been a busy summer
And all she want is time I ain't got nothing for her
I been getting better, yeah you better know it!

It's been a minute, I been patient
I ain't mean to keep you waiting!
See, we can link up like a bracelet, we gone crack em by the cases
That Queen City road shaky, hope you got home safely!
She just hoping I'ma call, I hope the lord don't take me!
I put in 80 hours
Then Henny gone flow that's a light shower
Bout to go piss on the Trump tower
All we been smoking is gun powder
Serious, can't get no fun out us
Told you it's chess, it's not checkers
Put it on bro that they can't check us
I feel like Hov in the white Lexus
Still got em, ain't forgot about em, boy forget about it, we come from the bottom
Almost had a couple babies, had em going crazy, now they going cuckoo!
Back when I was up at summer school, Me & Autumn Rone, we was too cool
Girl my body count like a who's who, if you a good girl, I lost you!
I just been meditating, smoking and sleeping in better lately
I ain't tripping if you still hating, I just really hope you doing better baby
Weekends, booking hotels looking like I just did a Coke sale
I don't even do the show and tell, I was in a drought and the snow fell
F*cked up, I was down bad, they just looked at me like, "Oh Well!"
Niggaz talking on the IGs they don't say it when they get around me
Niggaz know I got the IT factor, ironically they try to clown me
Man, we don't even eat beef, I'm at Conscious Kitchen w/ a KEKE
She just came back from California, I ain't seen the Bitch in like 3 weeks
She don't even like to smoke weed, I gotta roll one before I go to sleep
Walk in, bet they notice me, triple 7's on me like I know KEY!
Walk in, bet the glass break like I'm O-Dog w/ the OE!
I ain't never ever slang Caine, but I know some niggaz it's a cold game
Found out he a fake nigga, got his card pulled, now his quotes changed
The big body hug 2 lanes, balling on you niggaz like Tulane
Mr. Cooper couldn't even hang, pull up on my city you would be amazed!
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I had to change my number!
Had to change my number!
It's been a busy summer, it's been a busy summer
And all she want is time I ain't got nothing for her
I been getting better, yeah you better know it!

It's been a minute, I been patient
I ain't mean to keep you waiting!
See, we can link up like a bracelet, we gone crack em by the cases
That Queen City road shaky, hope you got home safely!
She just hoping I'ma call, I hope the lord don't take me!
I put in 80 hours
Then Henny gone flow that's a light shower
Bout to go piss on the Trump tower
All we been smoking is gun powder
Serious, can't get no fun out us
Told you it's chess, it's not checkers
Put it on bro that they can't check us
I feel like Hov in the white Lexus
Still got em, ain't forgot about em, boy forget about it, we come from the bottom
Almost had a couple babies, had em going crazy, now they going cuckoo!
Back when I was up at summer school, Me & Autumn Rone, we was too cool
Girl my body count like a who's who, if you a good girl, I lost you!
I just been meditating, smoking and sleeping in better lately
I ain't tripping if you still hating, I just really hope you doing better baby
Weekends, booking hotels looking like I just did a Coke sale
I don't even do the show and tell, I was in a drought and the snow fell
F*cked up, I was down bad, they just looked at me like, "Oh Well!"
Niggaz talking on the IGs they don't say it when they get around me
Niggaz know I got the IT factor, ironically they try to clown me
Man, we don't even eat beef, I'm at Conscious Kitchen w/ a KEKE
She just came back from California, I ain't seen the Bitch in like 3 weeks
She don't even like to smoke weed, I gotta roll one before I go to sleep
Walk in, bet they notice me, triple 7's on me like I know KEY!
Walk in, bet the glass break like I'm O-Dog w/ the OE!
I ain't never ever slang Caine, but I know some niggaz it's a cold game
Found out he a fake nigga, got his card pulled, now his quotes changed
The big body hug 2 lanes, balling on you niggaz like Tulane
Mr. Cooper couldn't even hang, pull up on my city you would be amazed!
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Writer: Christopher Williams
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