Lyrics:
business we wear slacks
John Gabanna
I’m Riskin my life for designer
Not looking bummy I’m finer
You wearing made outta China
Die in the game no retire
pound (grr, go)
It's just another day on the North side (uh)
I'm for real, nigga, you can ask about us, nigga
We earn stripes on the North side
Just
are proper vultures
Fucking thieving cunts that feed themselves by doing fucking nothing
Yet we'll vote them back in even though we know they're
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
wonder why we stay strap with a extra clip
Cause death around the corner
Can't let him catch me slip
On my block niccaz hustle and rob to live
By 19 we
niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true, yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true, yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
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cause i'm black I can't live/
How can I breathe
it's not easy Mario/
we need change like the weather
Sue Serio/
a simple ""Hello"" to get
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
Where you from? Oakland, smokin'
We from the Rich, though
The house party go up we used to be like, ""Richmond, smokin'!!""
Said my Granny stayed in
Red John by K.A.A.N
Red John
You can say, say, say, say what you want, huh
They can talk, talk, talk, talk all they want, huh
223, 7.62, call murder
hemorrhage and so i further take onto my challenge and so i continue that this what we do song flu ballot procedure —->JOHN (aka Sporty-P.M.Studios) oooh its
nation is too much to ask for
we’ve defined P V C as P for Passport
V for Visa and C for Cash
so we could get the hell out before the country cast
Parents should go out and play with their kids
Cause we ain't no damn role models
Right there in between Florida and Mississippi
Mobile Alabama
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-R-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember
door to Jermalo while in Saint John apartments
Couldn't afford the rent, we moved with grandma, more like an orphanage
The neighborhood ain't like us,
Did roads done
That's how the checks came in
Many packs now
It's just a featherweight ting
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by
C, the stolen P
I stay in your chair with the ITP
We're no Mr nice, organise bum fights
(Uh, uh) sushi and shit, rice plus mais
Put you in the via,
You hella fishy sumn like the Long John’s
Pop collars and we glidin' rest in peace to the Mac
I'm bumpin' that Kehlani when the aux is in my hand
My fam
mind counting them digits
I hit a lick then I’m back home by dinner
No I don’t wrestle
I still hit my finisher
Ya da boy Mastered
Flipping that P
Now my
I'm Pistol pete
I'm a real member, been by the body, boy, it's a master P
Every time I see a new hoe, it's a meet and greet
But don't ever think
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