Lyrics:
P is for the city
P is for, P is for, for the city
P is for, for the ci-, ci-, city
P is for, P is for the city where it all began
I'm
FACECZAR, CZARFACE
This that third world shit
Far from the norm
Always where the action is
Monumental (CZARFACE)
Yo
G by nature, cop a new V
played when I was five
years oh just stay young, bold datin'
singin' Silent Night Carolin' Recietin'
now all I want for Chrismas is my indo wreath
I got my
know
That Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years oh
you'll get burned by the oven now
You may thought that you figured me out
I'm like wine over time I get better when old
Cause you are light years away from
breath
I'm alive but inside I feel so dead
One year went by but it felt like 10
New Year's Day and I'm still feeling the same
Cause we toast a resolution
files on sci-fy (scully)
College, I apply
Eight years went by
Long days, long nights
I tried, I cried
Chased degree, you want slice ? (you want it?)
Hands
at the airport
19 years old, worth more than her weight in gold
But it was all my fault, so don't cry, understand
If down the line I want you back
1 percent of all killers are serial
Yet if you went by the news you should be shaking hysterical
Causing a medical team to come and inspect ya
Fearing
the middy-middy-middy-mack?
How can you act on the bloodline
???? of the ???? biddy-biddy-biddy-black
The Year of the Wreck
Me ? of the X
Boom
Kiss the ?
Understand
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
the Click in nine-three
Get'cha own identity, you fuckin dick ridah
A year ago, nigga you was a b-boy for lifah
Stay frontin, when all eyes on the Jeeps
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
all of your tries
Been back and forth with
This thing between us
Sharing bed bunks with one beneath us
I don't mind, but we're wasting time, mm
10
years we'll all be under water (2x)
at the poker table- ya'll could call me ms. Deal
spero busy casing for some booty to steal
don't bother chuck brody
was 10 when I then, started
Making my own beats and began penning to them now
10 years later it was simpler then, when I
Used to only stress about my
I was ten years old in the year, nineteen sixty-one
I spend the time with grandma, during some summer nights
We don´t have a radio, and we don´t have
a bachelor that fox them sparrin'
And leave why'all niggas on the sideline starvin'
[Chorus]
[Repeat x2]
I, I, I want to get to know you
I,I,I want
ain't no excursion
We un need you
We not hurting
We un do maybes just certains
Big Shots
Gold all inside
The Code what we live by
You the type
it all
Hi boy, sit down, you’re growing up now, you need a job, here’s how
Bed for 8, slave for 10, commute for 2, calculate and just hate the rest
damn self
Washer full of cash dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my vette is
My no. 1 loner ass ain't from Texas
A quarter mill
started blackin' out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut ya yakkin' mouth,
'fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by
closed
I been tryna put the rap game in a chokehold
Diamonds VVSs, Gucci Cuban, color rose gold
We got weed, pills and Lean by the boatload
Don't stop
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