Lyrics:
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
flows
And I keep like 3-4 wives ′cause I ain't got time
We don′t chase these ____
I just wan' pray and make P′s
P's to the ride for my babies
I don't need
Nice Nice Nice
Kick 'em in the grill Pete!
Verse One: Pete Nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass'll express, KMD
Three blind mice
bring the heat out
I'm givin' you somin' new
Somin' to tweet about
Don't be upset when B-E-P out
Ain't no quartet, they just three out
There's the trio,
Heart of gold that's made of steel
I'm not a bite, I'm a five course meal
You want the rest, better sell your soul
Nobody has to know
I don't wanna
Give me 50p I'll make that flip into a pound
Then turn it around
Make it into 2 to 3 to 4 to 5 to ten
Give me five minutes I'll make that ten again
an assassin I got dreams the average human Being couldn't imagine hoes will sell their soul for the perfect picture and caption
Niggas getting trigger happy out
like pac man jones
How u broke and got on drip
Nigga sell them clothes
Lil bro been thinking with his dick
Need too sell his soul
Tired of niggas talking
Never sell my soul
My neck full of gold
Im gettin the check
And I'm checking off goals
Some niggas jealous
That don't come as no surprise
Im gettin
Knows that I can giddy go
When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
It's me the hustler 40
With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
we go yo, here we go yo)
Have you ever played Jeopardy
Not me, it could never happen to me
Professor says what you wanna do? Sell drugs or get
some of his sweet relief
To those of whom have no belief
Whose hearts are willing but flesh is weak
Did we sell our souls?
Just to miss the goals
And I'm
my lung on the table I just coughed up
Fuck
Haha God damn it boy
Tryna sell your soul for this rap game
Haha God damn it boy
Now you got demons,
killers, boy, you soft as Barbie Niggas keep that trash and they mop
Let them eat the garbage, down by the block I got brains, I was smart as Harvard
Rollin'
envy me I know you envy me
This how I sleep while you envy me I know you envy me
R.I.P to the old me survived this long by the skin of my teeth
You
gotta pop
I made a promise to the Lord
That I'ma keep it funky
Never switched, never sell my soul for money
I always been for right
Maybe that's what's
mothafucka respect it, the commission
[Verse 2]
(First 4 lines with Jamaican accent)
I buy and sell bricks with my nigga P.D.
down with the team called B.B.E.
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
Catch a cheater by its toes
If she hollers, let 'em go
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I swear I'll never sell my soul
Cross my heart, hope to die
'Cause I ain't
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
and T-shirts, beanies and Starter caps
And land funky raps on the dop tracks
Should I dance on it for a couple of dollars?
Or sell away my soul to put a rope
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