Chris’ Shoulders

Uh… yeah!

What! Come on!

Y’all ain’t ready for this one—Chris!

Let ’em know how we hold it down! Shoulders! WHAT!

Yo, Chris got them boulders, sittin’ on his frame

Every time he roll up, they remember the name

Shoulders wide like he carry the pain

Of a hundred hard lives, still walk through the rain—uh!

Muscles like armor, flex when he move

Bench pressin’ demons, got nothin’ to prove

Walk in the room, everybody go silent

Them shoulders speak loud, yeah, heavy and violent

Tension in the trap, but he don’t fold

Shoulders tell the story that ain’t never been told

Like—where was you at when we needed that weight held?

Chris held it down, didn’t even yell—GRRR!

Chris got shoulders (WHAT?), bigger than most (UH!)

Stackin’ all the burdens while he still do the most

Chris got shoulders (YEAH!), breakin’ the mold (C’MON!)

Carryin’ the squad like he made outta gold

Now look—these ain’t just shoulders, these legacy stones

Every rep in the gym like he settin’ the tone

Try to talk slick? Get shrugged to the curb

Ain’t gotta say nothin’, man, the trap done heard—

Chris walk by, feel the air get thick

Like a freight train comin’ with a neck real stiff

No slack in his back, no crack in the shell

He built from the block and he came outta hell—

Every scar on his traps is a badge of war

He ain’t flexin’ for likes, he just built for war

When the weight get heavy, and the world start to break

He just roll them shoulders like, “Give me that weight!”

Chris got shoulders (WHAT?), tougher than steel (UH!)

You ain’t never seen nothin’ this real

Chris got shoulders (YEAH!), hard to ignore (C’MON!)

Carried us all through the blood and the war

Chris! That’s my dawg!

Holdin’ the world up, one rep at a time!

Ruff Ryders don’t fold—we press on!

SHOULDERS!!

Arf! Arf!