Lyrics:
when we should of stuck to lactose
But every good thing comes to a end
With no ends, on the block, selling weed again
My moms tried to make me go
worthy competition everywhere that I go
But ain't no messin' with Cleveland or Chicago
Ballin' through the hood in a Murcielago
Or Gallardo, or Ferrari,
shit
You left me living with a fourth degree
I don't think it's gonna go away
Ain't no surprise there
Feel right at home like I died there,
Feel in my
this buildin' hollerin' West!
Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what)
I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all
to see
Around here we do not fuck with your team
You're a storm in a cup of tea
It's nothing
I mean my furious styles father the scene
You got a part of my
Beware of horses
I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important
Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order
rap!"
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire with a derringer with a hair trigger
I'm about to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Drippin'
've travelled billions of miles to get here, and see no fucking reason to stay here
But why the fuck would I go back and travel billions miles more?
I'm done,
real is known
Uh
Everything real is known
Everything real is known
Let's go
Momma want a choppa
Just to deal with all the pain
I been goin' thru
A prisoner of my own wicked desires Bound by temptations fueled by fires
But in the mirror I saw a reflection a chance for redemption
So I let go of the past's
again and again wondering like
Chorus:
Why am I here? - I don't know man I'm stuck in limbo
Watching how the things go flashing by
Why am I here? - You
Just know that
I will be here
So decide
If you want to take a chance at redemption just so you can get some real recognition (Ooo)
Go grab a pen
Or tap
my coffin with me
Okay you selfless yeah okay, we get it
My ex keep on calling my phone but I dead it
I'm here for the best of the best I don't settle
a rapier,
Let ‘em go viral, like hashtag #yopierre,
I know the time’s limited and death is there
Waiting for me, still I’m a hell of a guest here
Made in
worked for this for years
And outta nowhere, here comes Jill tryna come smear campaign and damage it
Like she hit me with the, "Oh, well"
But I know
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
all I get to do is go to work and rap and puff
Wake up, die, wake up, die, wake up, wake up, die wake up die
Fuck
Wake up, die, wake up, die, wake up,
that
I live and die by my respect so I honor the code
Peep niggas who be out here flexing, stunting for hoes
And if you ain't never chose to remember
Yeah, here we go now
Everybody knows that I'm hittin' these sleights
Hittin' these kites, up in the sky
And I know it's freestyle time
Yeah, and I
all for the money tho
And as far as this money goes
Im out of space with it
Thats as far as my money go
I love stunting and shining hoe
Check out my
a bedroom in Folsom, but I'm off shore, toastin'
Besides rap, we got you respectin' the business
I left the dope game with stripes, y'all left with opinions
smoke
Contemplating his final moments needs to talk to his bro
I was with a girl ain't pickup I just left him on his own
Big bro gone by midnight missed
look around money tribes
Want to take a round like a moneyman?
Fly like a whisper-walled paper
I don't care about it, here we go again
Ticket, boom, boom
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