Letras
I got big shoes to fill, big bills to pay
Big tracks to kill plus big ass to slay
Been on my grown man shit for a long time now
Conceal my old style so you can't profile
Your boy P still as real as it gets
Got them high priced sacks like the man Stan Getz
Y'all silly niggas is see through, can't see we who
Walk with light but bring the dark to you
It's not the jewels or riches that I'm after
Not the lame fame game but wealth is what I capture
Born a man, die a man, that's my motto
Stick dick to your chick while I spit my lingo
Nickname Mandingo, be more braggy
Cut short like Dame did, beans for broke head
Follow my blueprint, I won't leave you hanging
This real shit is all you get from P when I'm banging
The flow's automatic, your joint's stick shift
You got a flabby belly, don't show your midriff
I got a six pack and still drink a six pack
No money, no guns, R.I.P. Lou Pac
My best guess is your breasts bust through that vest
A.K.A. I love your chest
I'm on a quest seeing that I'm impressed
Obsessed until you're undressed
Enough about you, it's all about me
Hope I'm never dumb enough to get on one knee again
That'll be the day they notify my next of kin
Don't trust me, you don't know where my jewels have been
My verse shall now decline, sigh, next time I'll refine
As I bestow a flow at a show, it's for pure dough
Or quid pro quo