Lyrics:
to play the middle
Gotta lace my kicks up I been balling, like I'm Damian Lillard
I been on the chase but I got heads inside my rolling papers
Got much
threw it up to Blake
Yea throw it up to me man let me innovate
Just… hold up, let me take it over I’m
A monster like an ogre
But my elegance is destined
standing firm
Like a Pimp with a perm
I'm a P with some dreads
Lace a bitch til I'm dead
Always saying grace
Knowing life ain't a race
If I go today
Just
I'm a get it till I'm on, is you alright?
No no, I want more
I woke up out my king size feeling like that nigga
I turn into a P when I'm sliding with
out
50 years
Sleek hoes at the hideout
Like britney spears
Give me stares at the club
An handshakes in v.i.p
Every nigga need to
Pyp
Play they part
Time
Weekday, divine weekend, self na grace
Give girls Ankara, guys own na lace eehh
Fight for my space, if you want run my race eh
By now, you should know
a nap for three years, woke up still hot
I, slow the roll for the next degree
The brother next to me is the Extra P
[Large Professor]
In top
for you
You ain't a killer
Dog who the fuck lied to you?
And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
Tryin' to tiptoe by me
I'mma stab your team up
just a game
The niggas you see by my side not here to play
The fuck you think this is
Don't leave no witnesses
Your Twitter says you really with
ain't getting caught by the jakes
Rolling and pouring it up
My attitude is I don't give a fuck
Bitch you ain't gang why you throwing it up
I'm sipping
favorite nucka flow butter
Niggas get mobbed
Leave with their clothes cut up
"When you come?" is what they asking me
You fresh to No Limit like Master P
I be
aggravated
Get up in the studio I lace the beat decapitate it
Hahaha scared to talk to me I'll cap u in this bitch
Ain't you out here jumping dick to dick
Keep
road rage (Skrt skrt)
I ain't talking gas we got B.P. bitch that's Been Paid (What up Drako)
5k for the carty frames cause they throwing shade (Throwing

Da Vinci tried to set the pace
Husain bolt about to lace 
Don’t forget it’s my race
I’m already up in space
Sipping champagne with his grace
It’s
shit a hundred, my name should be Beni
I soaked the game up and shit just like a shimmy
Big weight lace, I'm the motherfucking biggest
And bitch I'm
talkin' it, walkin' it, my stompin' style will stop your movement'
Hold up who's this? (aarrah!) Still leavin' you with cuts and bruises
So cut the bullshit
rented
Always kept it real while you boys pretended
Lace my Pippins
Cook my chickens
They shot my boy missed me by inches
Now my flow harder than my dick
or otherwise
Jah Jah is all I know, leave effigies to other guys
Simon Says homie, go wherever we go
Lace up my kicks so I don't trip over my ego
Drop buckets
[Intro: Tinky Doblar]
Brigthen up my day like a Sunflower
Wonderwoman you got the Superpower
Watching over you, I'm your Umpire
King & the queen we
The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see the P!
You must be goin' blind
Give me my money
to swerving on'em (Ahh)
Then you roll up on'em like (Hahaa)
Hoe you know I'm making plays
I'm headed to the racks
Wit a whole fist of slap
Pussy nigga shut yo
bitch
Rocking by myself
You pussies rolling 8 deep
Bitch you undercover
So I'm calling you K.C
Ima run it back like a viking sla A.P
Keep watch on all
um
Wet her
leave that ass Splattered
Ya homies gone be R.I.P-ING around ya brain matter
Painting up your murals and i just keep on taggin um
I dont
life to you
I would sign away my constitutional rights to you
You know exactly what I want
So just pick up the phone
Okay baby?
Now let me tell you baby
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