Lyrics
Yeah, yo, yeah, uh
Lord, forgive me, pour the Henny, punish many, my word bond
Not James Bond, the money penny, talk friendly, or the Desi make confetti
In the cut like machete 'til I'm ready, QB baby, we rise to the occasion
Didn't know niggas is soon to be awakened
Out they sleep with the truth in they faces
Yellin', "Fuck the world," I'm out here makin' new races
Middle finger to a racist, hear 'em out, tell a coward take ten paces
Limestone over the body, no traces, just the basics, the other way, fake shit
Stay gripped, life my main bitch, protect that
Tell you what it is, just that you-ain't-gotta-guess rap
Everything a lesson, to a fool, it's a setback
Shorty love my style, guess where she keeps her legs wrapped, nigga (yeah)
Middle finger to our enemies
I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony
Yeah, open season, open sesame
Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me
Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily
I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy
But this music is my therapy
Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories
Writin' in my nocturnal journal to a dark beat
On a cold dark night, I came up with these
Four hundred words that best describe me
And my lifestyle, I'm not like you, I'm unique
In the twilight, I shine bright and get my mind right
I was born under the full moon, and I'll die starin' up at the cosmos
Laid out 'til my heart come to a stop and then my eyes close
I lived a full life, don't cry for me
A real-life king of New York, the top of the heap
I did songs with Mary J. Blige, my nigga
Mariah Carey, Big Pun, and Nas, my nigga
Ah, I did tours with Biggie Smalls, my nigga
Eminem, 50 Cent, I did it all, my nigga
The shows, the hotels, and the after parties
When that sun goes down, yeah
The moon shine for me, 'cause (yeah)
Middle finger to our enemies
I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony
Yeah, open season, open sesame
Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me
Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily
I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy
But this music is my therapy
Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories
You could be bored to death or either die laughin'
Both while you're still livin', hopeful in high fashion
Talk what I've been through in life, what I encountered
It's sorta like blowin' a trumpet, makin' announcements
A sermon that's disturbin' to a serpent
A blessin' to anyone in attendance as soon as you hear the verbiage
I'm Mr. Throw-Your-Frame-In-A_Stretcher-If-You-Deserve-It
Reverse prophetic, I saw your truth hittin' in verses
Whatever come out of Satan mouth is a lie perverted
It's hell out here, so keep God close on purpose
Life is a small hill to a mountain climber
I'm a ten-time champion, real-life survivor
I've been on the ropes a few times
Probably been almost smoked a few times
But everything will evolve in due time (due time)
I know that this ending is not the end
Just some new beginnings for P, we pour out some Hen', we miss you (yeah)
Middle finger to our enemies
I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony
Yeah, open season, open sesame
Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me
Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily
I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy
But this music is my therapy
Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories