Lyrics:
flooding the room I’m hot like I got the flu
They like lil p calm down yeah that’s one thang I can’t do
Fresh nigga you can tell by the shoes, stop cappin
I still see P's
Gucci scarves back I still see G's
Prison visit's I still see C
Wandsworth to Hideout I still see B
Got into the graveyard I still see
the water
They gonna think you a lobster, nigga (gang)
Uh
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make
You got to start me up
Start me up
Start me up
Come down the S to the A L T
Come down the Luv to the be you G
Come down the Spin
fitted
Standout music by Casso
We don't fit in
Up on corners
They squeezing clips
Until they finish
I'm so special
They call me vintage
Looking like
Take
a bag by any means strip him till he naked
Trying to calm down cause they might play on these cases I'm facing
Crippin since day one I influenced young
I'm in ends never went to no god damn zoo
Still surrounded by cobras
Calm to your face but it's all pretend
Don't wanna hear it, chat bare bogus
Pop
down
Taba ti'ada fun awon to ba ni kini calm down
Oro lori money dakun fun mi money o
Keep your P omo na money Dey horny o
Woni pe mo dun mo fresh mo tun
wanna do this for those that inspired me to be
And multi faded me, to store my legacy
I give a shut up to my man Ezze E
A big R.I.P, cause he believed
a spinning boys be a tripping
Now always have now that fun now ain't nobody now be slipping
Now since the beginning our rhymes worth spittin'
All self written
Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
(3x)
Ring the alarm, I don't want to stay calm cause
I'm about to rip this psalm
When the mic
life,
but you won't breakaway
It's a standard ting that I keep it ghetto,
Roads aint nothing like calm or mellow,
too much p's to be got,
so I get dough,
up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up
up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up
is "The Villain"
My homey from the see-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
Shower the beat make it rain
Come through and built my own lane
See what I want and then I just aim
I can't be out long
It's not fun to stay out
Work it
amazed
Of course, I'm an obstacle
That's why she not over me
Her new man is 0-for-3
To keep calm, he smoke some green
Not sorry, that's a no for me
You
ballots
Babies are turned to parents so our demise apparent
Ladies sell butt for karats, chasing a dream of marriage
Chasing a dream established by a world
heart tear
Apart because all life you thought that he would be the one
First day we met I thought, "my God with you I see some mothafuckin’ fun"
No way I
tosemi mele gbagbe, oore tosemi mele gbagbe (I can't forget all his goodness on me)
Mafirun kiki san die fun (I'll pay little by performing daily sallah)
Imma pass my problems to you people so prepare to stop it
I be pop pistols at prostitutes and then pocket their profits
Your posse's pussy who play's
It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
To calm down whoever, Duke, I move clever
I must keep it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot
I step
Big black bitch I clapped
She wrote it on my clip
You tried it hundred times
Just to elevate my high
I can’t calm my business Ha
Can’t come close, my
like Cartman's seed
Think Shady's offensive? Heard of Sean P
Chino XL, Big Pun, Pac & B.I.G.
Before I.G. was a platform to generate
P-ies born men acting
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