Lyrics:
to see no blood
Fuck all that asshole and leave
Ya fuckin' head swollen
I hit like floods, better yet
I stick like mud them bitches P-N-C
I leave'em in
Hit the trap, they couldn't believe
I was down bottom, tryna get to the top
Had the P's at the spot
Had OG's on the block
I was wit the demons out,
believe that his bitch was out smoking dope
Now I gotta stand on my own 2
I came in this world by myself
that's the way I'm gone die fool
Blowing 20 then I'm out
Not outta money just let the driver know when to bounce
Stop by [?] for the crab cakes
Lap dance by a bitch who still on back page
we put 'em in they place
Yeah, I know you can't believe it
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)
Sha
maybe
I wish I could drive away to the sunset
Back to the day that we first met
Only believe the things I wrote
I'll put it in a note, yeah
Cross
slide in
Know she love it by the way I glide in
But it was never love
You still believe in love
I still believe in love
But it was never love
Said it was
contest
It's not a worthwhile conquest
Woi
The pum's stressed she can't believe I ain't done yet
The hour long ting was just one set
Born to smash it I
-E-N
I ain't a B-O-Y, I'm an M-A-N
You dun know I'm a P-R-O
Your CEO is my F-A-M
When shit hit's the F-A-N
I walk by, no transit V-A-N
Don't care if you're
and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)
That the dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, got a P, better believe it (wow)
Dope ain't gon' sell
you - a chirpy little bird
i am thoroughly smitten
by the softness of the
word that lays on your tongue your lips
the your breath make believe no less
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid talon soak into the seam
be giving out bud for free
I'm scamming out all the fiends by giving them peas
I'm giving them p's I got all the p's
I came with the p's and q's
I came
All my life, thought I had to make Paper and Pounds
That's P's mother, mother, man I hope I make you proud
Ah
Niggas think I'm crazy ‘coz I love my
Name this shit the VibE
Yea, yea
Yeaa
SonoWillzz
Ye, Yee, Yeee
Yeah, yeah
I
Can't believe in love
Smoke away my pain I roll my problems inna blunt
mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
elite
Fucking peasants couldn't kiss her cheek
That's why I can't believe her address reads
A P.O. Box in Ohio
Just a random PO Box in Ohio
Shit hole
believe in me, do you believe in us, They tried to tell you he the truth did you believe the fuss, I know to each his own, born alone die up in these
this song all the people having fun
Music is what I'm living for
If you are feeling weak so deep inside
No place to run, no place to hide
R. E. S. P
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
So please, please don’t slow my grind I’m on my Q's and on my P's
I been flipping racks and I ain’t sold a single
Evil's at the top, take a look at who's in office
Sometimes I feel that it's too late to stop it
R.I.P. X, R.I.P. Peep, R.I.P. Mac
You're in Heaven now
you want me leggo
(repeat)
I am appointed by Jah
To go everywhere and preach
People of this world
Request that I speak
I am present in
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