Lyrics:
up, up and down, but now they gang-bang (baby)
Well, I remember yesteryear like it was yesterday
Runnin' through the streets of Monessan, P-A
I
Since diamond came around
Now she down with a team
[Grimm]
Now I'm down with Bobby Brown
But I love Al Green
Keep a sweet in my mouth and anotha in
"Yeah P, that's the way you do it
Don't let the punk motherfucker sly right through it"
You listen to the rhymes, I know that you heard it
Fuck around
Came around just to show how it goes
Never let the Mandem run up on bros
Time never been dedicated to them hoes
Man I love her body but I put it
Them niggas young, all they know is smoke
If I tell him, get him, then the nigga gone
That's my family, I won't stand around
Fast forward, we got our
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
be deep in my feelings, I be stressin' like I'm 40
Took a lot to realize, lil' baby wasn't for me
When you trapped inside love, you get Blinded by
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
noon, I'ma make it back by 4: 30
(Almost home) hustlers runnin' in
(In) , J's runnin' out (Out)
And we never hit you if you came unannounced
That's your
sippin' on green
And I'm killin' for mine by any means
My hobbies ain't cheap, sellin' bags in my sleep
Me and gang, we pushin' the P
But ain't shit with
to the Westside, my vocals Test Drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So say OH, you love the real shit frequently
OH for Dogg P
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
jams Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation
When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry actor
with armed forces at your door
Fly like Concorde, cologne by Tom ford
Fuck around and she gon’ perform on all fours
And I love it
Pass it, I’ma puff it
on nothin' but bullshit lately (lately)
I ain't felt no love in months, my heart been runnin' off of hatred (fuck you)
In touch with higher, power prayin'
shine
I shoot 'em up, god damn, goin' blind
Runnin' through the South, gettin' flyer than a kite
(Now that time's running out just gotta ? into my
Working everyday like it is the last
Never be swollen, by the past
You want to go fast, start the fast life
Be cautious of your homies they got
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin'
want me dead, yeah, they want me gone
But I'm spittin' my shit like this 151 No J.I.D., but fuck 12 to good
Not for the M.I.P., not for the M.I.P. For
control of my demons
At least for the time being
I keep a cross around my neck
Only thing I believe in
They try alter my vision so they can see what I'm
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music
Yo,
can't keep waiting on you
Actin' like whatever
I'm gone' always be around
Cause you think that you're somethin'
Like a p-i-m-p
And you can hang in these
Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning
Wanted to be a part of it
Cater it to my audience j cole runnin' late
If he don't show up
Think I can take his place
Another day, another day is passed
P-Town Ballers we was built to last
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
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