Lyrics:
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
Yea this the right way baby, keep coming towards me
She said what's your name, and I told her Teddy P
She said I'm JC, and it's nice to finally meet
Damn I love this bitch I buy her bags every season
She said that she hate me and I give her every reason
Bitch I'm P forever, and my sweater A eden
Park
gettin' money on the other side of town
So I ain't a fuckin' john I'll split yo' wig
And I ain't got shit to do wit' yo' kids
Look, Rich Boy quit, doin'
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
about my Tangibles, P
(Tap in Tap In Tap In)
I rhyme alphabets
Gang gang Got em throwin up his alphabets
That purp haze Hoppin on em like a Alpha set
If
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
boots tight
Laced up by my leg, I'm beyond your reg hood type
And half of you dudes is like
Hollywood rap act that belong on a movie site
Come on aight,
sent worldstar a bag to run it up over in Thailand
Double investments in real estate and by land
Trying to live my lifestyle G
I promise that you u gonna
steel
Shows, ho's, junior pimp sweat out, punk
So I can give your bitch the Evil E jump
I love you honey, sure, listen up, listen clear
After the show
so they could tell what he had done
R.I.P. to Alpo, cause he left the world with a son
Focus up you got to have your racks stacked, plus the bonds
Two
like John Wayne Gacy
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
a cactus
And I still put the guap in my mattress She tryna choose up my bands make me attractive
By the end of the night give me dome She not leaving
deep 'cause a nigga playing the backseat
We won't get beat, so run up and get sweeped
By a young motherfucking ass nut
We whoop your ass and make your
that I'd never been born
When the day is done
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the day is done
Linger on pale
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)
We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr)
Play I'll put them demons on yo' ass, huh
I got too much
the plan
I had to show 'em who I am
Next up to a legend
I'm just tryna get to Heaven
Put my team on my back
I promise not to drop 'em even though they
John Wayne was a Nazi
He liked to play S.S.
He had a picture of Adolph ole' boy
Tucked in his cowboy vest.
Well, he would string up your mama
Sure
for your spine
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know that that mean? (Nope)
I can keep all my money from streams and shows and sellin' tees
Just a white
on, put you to bed, night, night, that's Sudafed (yeah)
Show me that I'm tender, bitch, time to prove what you just said (boy)
R.I.P. Takeoff, he
makes
In a semester
Dollar Tripper
In other words a stripper
It's a life-style. Live shows
Sliding down the ice pole
I spoke. My goals
Straight into my
had a nickel for every nigga
Locked up for tryna get by
In a system that they forced us
To fuckin build overnight
While they passin laws they wrote for
You aint ready
You aint ready
Nah (laugh)
Yo, Check
You aint really ready for me and mine to set it Off
Nastee P and Reks will barge in the door Like
(Let me show y'all little niggas
How it really goes)
I'ma show you how the big dogs do it nigga
This is how you get her up
You don't know how to rule no
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