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Partner pimpin', player pimpin', pimpin' Never simpin', never tippin' on them fo'-fos
On the low-low, wit the ho-hos Yeah, yeah
Ayy, they say that shit is on the floor, I say it's in the sky
I'm stayin' humble cause my ego could be my demise
See I don't know it all, but trust I know I'm bound to rise
Peel the plastic off like potato skins, turn a pound to fries
Put it in hot grease and watch it multiply
Me, I only seen deceit in the vultures' eyes
Pops raised me emotionless, now I know to cry
I never gave up cause a nigga only know to try
On the visual hotline, let's score a film
Life is beautiful, I could've lost mine back then
I was almost ten
Shots fired on the field when I was with my friends
I watched the hood control our life like a game of Sims
I watched the game change our life at almost no expense
So the fuck I look like beefin' over bullshit politics
Every verse compacted with substance, you not this dense
My mama know I'm tense
A frequent flyer meet me at the Sky Club
A few ounces in my luggage, we get fired up
Well connected but I ain't never been wired up
I blend all my herbs before I cook like a dry rub
Thick in the right places, love when her thighs rub
Shaped like an hourglass when the time's up
Flow sharper than the lineup
Gotta watch your back cause these leeches fuckin' spines up
Time's up
I'm hot headed like Darnell, blame it on genetics
I could paint a picture for you but some might not get it
A full time grinder baby, I got plenty leverage
My lows ocean deep and my highs Mount Everest
Boy I been through every valley and peak
All alone, no helpin' hands, don't ask why we don't speak
I sent a square out to Memphis, all them bitches was bleak
Another bird with no wings but got a duct tape beak
The most hated or the one that they still love the least
Don't make that microwave rap cause that's gon' fuck up the cheese
Another Jordan Kobe hybrid came to fuck up the league
Phil Jackson set the play, the last shot falls on me
And it's a swish, and it's a swish
And it's a swish, and it's a swish
Boy I been through every valley and peak
All alone, no helpin' hands, don't ask why we don't speak
I sent a square out to Memphis, all them bitches was bleak
Another bird with no wings but got a duct tape beak
Ayy, a frequent flyer meet me at the Sky Club
A few ounces in my luggage we can fired up
Well connected but I ain't never been wired up
I blend all my herbs before I cook like a dry rub
Thick In the right places, love when her thighs rub
Shaped like an hourglass when the time's up
Flow sharper than the line up
Gotta watch your back