Lyrics:
strings, I wish they was over acoustics
My flow stupid, doofus, I'm the blueprint
The twins is a pair but I'm a 2 for 1
This the moon and the sun, Frank
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
station that doesn't have you in rotation
I never get tired of hearing you
Not a day goes by that I don't vibe to your acoustics
Enjoying you all to myself
hometown make you
Think you got the crown
You're not world renowned
Who's that? That's he
S to the P, I don't even gotta spell it
Drop another album
I don't
the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin'
[Chorus]
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the game, P.E.!
We ain't for the game
We for
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
money from you P could bring you his hands
The nigga talk too much I bring the ears of his fans
Need weed to calm down, need money to leave light
Fuck
Mi deadly like Leonidas , Cersie
poison Pon a Hershey's
Klay Thompson Widdi shot yo sumaddy call Sir P
Deadliest thoughts designed with no mercy
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
[Verse One]
You replicas overlooking the guidelines of acoustics
Miserable attempts result in miserable conclusions
Paragon pen dragon tactician
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
the weight that falsely portrays my grin
Just another case of alienation
So I play Best Friends by you and Kristoff Krane and then
Feeling somewhat sane
Before
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit
Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
that shoot up clubs
Make albums that click more than little drugs
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
umm..goddamn... uh what the fuck, what time is it?
i swear i parked my car... shit
aye... light hit my face sun brought the heat
open my eyes see my
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
New album featuring master p, silkk the shocker,
Kane & abel, the whole tru click
Unlady like, got ghetto bitches,
And niggas fiendin', all across
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
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