Tommy & Nina

Pretty boy swag, so the scars on my face Ain't addin up, but you can do the math No booth, no pen, no pad Piff Navigatin my mind, on the path to first class I ain't from Philly, but I'm really in my bag My niggas be ridin' out for next to nothin' like a dollar cab And my hoes, don't holla back Unless you show them where the dollars at, I'll show you where the drama at, uh Got the gat strapped, crack in the knapsack Dope in the backpack, piff under my snapback If the cops come, I tell my bitch to snatch that, stash that Get the gat from under where the dash at, nah Scratch that, matter fact, give me the gat back Here go some guap, hop out, catch a cab back Aight, cause I ain't goin' back without a fight They catchin' me, somebody gotta die tonight Listen, let me get back to killin' this shit Ay son, you crazy as a bitch if you ain't feelin' this shit Listen, fuck all the opposition and competition Been sharin' my opinion and my vision, but no politician Really, I'm just playin' my position Puttin' this shit together, use my mind, fuck a composition And they say weed fuck with your comprehension Kids don't listen, them teachers is bullshittin Listen, really I'm a magician musician You say my name one time, bet that ass go missin' Listen, I'm just uplifting my division We subtractin' all the bullshit, really seein' a difference Get it, you can't keep up, you need to get your reading up I'm so cold, been had niggas freezin' up I'm too gluttonous, any beat, I'ma eat it up So far, I'm just heatin' this one up Now you ain't catch it, I'ma rocket P.E.D Roger Clemens, you get a hit I guarantee that you won't get a second Check it, y'all niggas pockets lookin' anorexic gun in the left, gun in the right I'm shootin' ambidextrous Hold up, I need a second And now I'm comin' back for seconds Give me any beat and I go ralph ima wreck it Respect it or check it, you come at my neck And I leave you necklace, huh Ah, there go PiC talkin' reckless That motherfucker mush really got a death wish, huh? Nah, I really catch wreck, bitch But I ain't gettin' in all that You get the message See, see, I can't really luxury rap Look at my life, they be like, damn, where his luxury at See, I'd be lyin' if I said I had racks on racks But I ain't lyin' when I say I'm peelin' caps all the way back Real rap, that's all I spit These other rappers talk that shit, but they just talkin' that shit Y'all can all kiss my ass and suck my dick Everybody call me piC cause I ain't got no picks, huh? That's right, I said it The fuck, ain't you comprehendin' Damn, can you believe how cocky this motherfucker gettin' I ain't even got no deal, pissin' rappers off Niggas want Twitter beef That ain't nothin' but spam to me Cause me, I'm still in these streets I'm tryin' to get out That's why I'm killin' all these Beats shit I need my wheels plus size like ToCara My whole forum in a rim like Vince Carter I need my whip to have runnin' spring water I don't even know if that's possible That's some shit I just thought of Tommy and Nina, that be my son and my daughter They'll make sure that you never have a son or a daughter