PSA (feat. Chuck FME & Chop 100)
Fee4Three
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When I pull up I cant stay I'm a have to take my bag to go Everything I come from ratchet as hell but we stay classy though Girl I see me in you Its just me and you like Cassie though Can't be like these Niggas cause I know that they got shattered souls You know your grandma lessons Nigga act like she beat your ass before Ay you police as hell you knew the answer then f*ck you ask me for? I really get it even though it ain't Thanksgiving I get my cabbage though Ay they be wrong but they gone tweak on me if I act irrational I know good and damn well I'm a be alright with some weed and tobacco rolled I'm alright with what I got I ain't worried about shit I ain't had no more I ain't even worried about the bag no more I already know how that's gone go I'm getting a bag Chop getting a bag Fee getting a bag and that's on bro My son in here touching the interface boy I'm trying to get us a plaque! It's hard to teach your kids something when you know damn well you wouldn't listen to that Let me ask you a lil' something You done ever had 20/20 vision and then that shit switched into black? Everything I ship gone touchdown you could track it shorty they ain't sending it back Let me tell you a lil' something Most of you rappers ain't spitting the facts you better off spitting in the trash I went from pencil to pad stencil to crab getting suspended from class Everybody say they the goat I'lI give 'em a lamb... Chop Hear what I'm saying? This shit cost me a arm and a leg All these thoughts bounce off my head We played cops and robbers as kids Running in and out of the crib Now we dodging robbers and cops cause all we got we got for the kids The door unlocked don't walk in the crib Got the shotgun cocked on the side of the fridge Car won't stop hop out of the whip Then hop back in how block get Spin't Toilet don't flush I got this shit Hold on let me pop my shit Still in a rush that Gwap I get Really in touch I take that risk My brother gone whip it up don't worry about it he'll damn near break that whisk I told god I'm a keep goin on hard long as he grant my wish What you know about this? A lot of shit And I'm proud of it And I heard I'm the prodigy That was a prophecy And I ain't too proud for apologies But I ain't no sorry Nigga And I done threw away bands on Cartier Mmm Bro got the white girl and the white boy like barbie ken Alright let me see it real quick Need you understand right now I'm sitting on the couch while I'm spitting this shit Nigga just chillin and shit If you listen up close you could hear my children in it Swear this shit not stressful I had to realize I'm special Had to realize ima vessel Now that I know I cant settle Been won this shit where my medal? Bitch I'm gone ride with no pedals Niggas gone Hyde when I'm Jekyll You ain't gotta like him respect him If Niggas wrong we gone check em You know I ain't fond of no flexing Bitch I make hits like the Texans Cant kick it bitch this ain't Tekken Aye
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Written by: Robert Parker, Shareef Bradin, William McDaniel
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