Lyrics:
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
A married man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for
By the outside world
Nah nah nah nah nah
Can you feel the ember of my touch?
I'm about to wake you but don't stop
Dreaming of all the fun we had
Last
the Glock
And have to cap facts like a Snapple top
I bought the team with me, racks is in 350
That 9 and the Glock will put Shine
Shyne in a box, I'm P diddy
I’m Barry Bonds
We talk about sex on the beach in the sun
When she sick it I’m driving that’s my type of fun
I knew nothing would change how I felt it
the homies that's RIP
You feel me
We gon' run it down the line like this
Before I get the watch, I get the big Glock
Before I step foot in the V
I get
of you, yup, you're gonna have so much fun
They gonna shoot us in the air mama, okay?
C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama
Hold your head back, hold your
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
feel
And she knows I'm pb
So she wana pop it no till
And she mine you c
An tell by her walk
And she mine you
Know that for sure
All this fighting makes
K-I-P-P-A-K-O-N-D-E-S
Yeah, skippin' up here
I'm the best, 2021, baby
Yes, do it, go and get loose
Break it down, bro, with the Spark 2
Havin' fun
What up, son
I hate
the team (go)
I'm gettin' pissed while I'm listening to this shit, I can't believe (woo, woo)
That I fell for a bitch that tried to knock me off my P (P
foot grave
I need a new dimension, got to supersize
A Jacobean ladder to a parallel prize
The walks by faith, the sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag
me have to body some (thing)
Hey yo
New York, New York, The Empire State
I live hell nigga this the belly of the beast
I step foot out the crib, no
fucking his thot
But I had to stop
Cause there ain't no fun in it
I got a drop on the spot
And we gon' run in it
Brand new whip off the lot
I got a gun in
Well there was an old hermit named dave
Who lived by himself in the woods in a cave
Ate from a turtle shell, slept on a bath skin had a seven foot
the dirt
Where I hailed from, life was cheaper than dirt
So many men can make it to the dirt
Double-crossed by the streets by treachery and dirt
the dogg then work that trap
And don't come back till you get that scratch, and bring it all to me
I put the P-I-M-P-O ology, bitch threw a dolla at me me
the car driving fast
Slamming my foot on the gas
Missing your touch
I be lonely lonely lonely without you
Ayo
Ayo
P1 gotta speed fast
Gotta bitch, she got
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
remember), oh, when we used to hang
On the porch, drinkin' brew, but now they drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to play
Shoot 'em
lines for the homies
That's R.I.P., you feel me? Aiight let's learn these niggaz sumtin'
We gon' run down the line like this...
[Prodigy]
Before I get
always fun my vision
Always shines Ghost rings 'till all opps die leaving shells
From my bells at the crimes scenes by killing o-p-p's
I bring
Right foot left
One foot two
I aint your fuckin' soldier
I've been playing by the rules
Left, foot march
Hut 1 2 chant
Pulled up my own bootstraps
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