Letras
I grant power to the people
To live the life of Pablo
(PABLO)
Raise the bar to Escobar
All y'all could do is follow
The leader
My diva
Got her own custom heater
That matching purse accessory's
A loaded millimeter
(POW)
Been quiet for a minute
Now they think that I'm behind
I'm in line
And I don't be jackin' smoochies
Who gon' waste my fuckin' time
When I find
Me a dime
I go get it
Never let it die
Why?
Cuz ma shawty is ma mothafuckin' slime
I grind like it's my birthday
I grind like it's my first day
Up out the penintentuary
I'm hungry and I'm thirsty
We get bread on our worst day
I get layed on ma best
I count three hundred thousand
While I lay on her chest
Chattin boxers
I wear briefs
No relief
She's a fuckin' leech
Find me in the town
With the gang
Got degrees
We don't bang
EZ taught me how to flip a pack
(How to maintain)
Get that money back
An spend it on the same fuckin' thang
Tell me how that bitch won't let me hit
But smoke all of my shit
In my city shit get gritty
Man I feel like Kyle Ricch
And I only want more
I could never be poor
Fuck a middle class
Young NBA
I'm for sure
Open up the door
Lock away da key
I could see
How you wish that you could be me
Ya'll could never be me
Y'all could try to be me
But you could never beat me
Watchin' lot's of TV
You look at me Stevie (blind)
Hit up on that body
(WHAT?)