Lyrics:
since pre-k
I been runnin shit like a relay
I live my life by the p way the g way
No freeway I ride on the speedway
I'm boutta go BIG like Notorious
I
momma I keep all the receipts
Fooled by the banks, drafted in the ranks
Can't catch a break, I'm Saving Mr. Banks
To raving reviews, I'll be on the news
pushing that p
I ain't cuddling nobody
Bitch I ain't your man so don't get comfy
But I ain't sorry, please don't get so touchy
Ain't no roley on my wrist
My definition of a real playa
A man that lives with principle
And Money on his mind all the time
Nothing else can distract me
Honies fall for my
Doey got killed
My gram p told me there ain't love in the street
Be a genius if you gonna be a G
Not with them gangsters whos settling beef
Protected by
Richardson police say they were called to the Apartments for a disturbance
A possible shooting around 7 p.m
But we are learning today that a body was found by
beat
Cuz if I wasn't rapping I was probably sleeping
10 years on my belt I can hardly believe it
10 bodies on her belt man I can hardly believe it
Lil
rough
I like em short
And then i like a deeper throat
Stand on my money
Im adding some feet to her
If she leave with me
Nearly a feet in her
A g to a p
I
R.I.P. put his ass in the ditch
Pull that trigger and make sure he twist Give a fuck by the bitch, give a fuck by the nigga
You wanna lay with that nigga,
was 9 years old
He ain’t going jail for no run around p
It’s kinda mad this whole time I was on about me
Hook
Late nights early mornings
No alarm
got a body like Latto
She from the six and she model
And no we ain't talking Toronto
I heard she was fuckin Young G
And now she be fuckin with P
Girl
make I buckle up
Get my papers up
And get my numbers up
Even when I no believe
You see the dream you still insist
Make I Chase the P
Na only almighty G
is a warning...
You're surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists
And take notes: we never miss
Let my people go, god damn it, let them go
Before I
mang
This one going out to all the pimps, hustlers,
all them thugs out there trying to live that crazy life
Man P-Game on this track partner, this one
velocity
Gone off that brocoli, and every hoe that I could see
I'm steady poppin' P, Its like rockin' D
I put the whamy on it nigga now I'm clockin' G's
More
(Kepadamu)
If you back that thing up
Yo I'm gon' hit it
Verse 1
Yo, I make jams
Sure clubs gon' blast
Make 'em freaks dance
Lose g-strings fast
Yes I love
streets, mashing for wealth
Up in this ghetto, O.G.'s P's and see's
Thugs, pimps, playas hit the 6-4's or 3's
[Hook: x 2]
Yeah, ghetto ghetto life
to kill him? The man was unarmed
(N)
Nathaniel Pickett, rest heavenly
He was brutally murdered by a sheriff deputy
(O)
Oscar Grant, the world knows his
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
by the hand off
Had to sell him game you gotta pass and put yo man on
'Cause even if I
Even if I don't get it
Then I might die trying
'Cause I
three nuns in a train in Darjeeling
By stripping and waving his lance!
D'you remember Munroe,
In the P.A.V.O?
He was tallish and mentally dim.
to your hood and I got the shooter in the cut
Nah, go and get the loud we on that P shit
Make a toast, you are checkin' out that Ghost and East shit
with the mob, might as well forget about it
Got made men on each side on a G5
Skatin' out like P Rod
Stake your house out if it's smoke, bring it
Feel this rain, whoa
Feel this bass
From the back, man, we always do the most
Put off, and she swear she saw a ghost
You can see the stars when
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