Chicken P - Peoples' Favorite (Official Visualizer)

Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite

Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite (Niizzy)

Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's -

Huh, huh, ay

I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite

I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages

Bro 'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'

I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger

You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous

Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her

Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega

Buss, a book of girl down with a razor

This water deep, swim or drown, I can't save you, nigga

Every day I thank God that he made me different

Had to pay a lil' extra 'cause they made 'em different

Traction off in the rain, SRT slidin'

12 know they play crazy, I'ma keep drivin'

Serve a nine, turn the music up and keep vibin'

I'm just thumbin' through this paper, had to hustle to get it

I'm on two different type of dranks, this a wonderful feelin'

I'm puttin' that pussy on wait 'less it come with a million

But she gon' wait for me 'cause I'm one of the real ones

Right now, I'm on a jail call with one of the killers

You know I'm handlin' business (beep), rubber bandin' this chicken

Heart racin', boilin' water, got my hand in the skillet

You're the reason why them junkies tryna battle addiction

All these pointers in the Rollie like I shattered a crystal

Just got off a plane, bitch in baggage claim with a pistol

Been thinkin' 'bout your brain, I should say your name 'cause I miss you

I talked to what's-her-name the other day, it ain't go how I meant to

Let's just go our separate ways, I ain't got nothin' against you

You can't focus on the game, I might have to bench you

I gotta focus on the game, ballin' what I'm into

Huh, I could still feel Trey with me while I'm ridin'

In jail on my bunk lyin' down while you was dyin'

You wasn't here to see my first couple hundred thousand

I'm up late countin' this shit, I know you lookin' down smilin'

I know you lookin' down wildin' like we're winnin' now

Gave my lil' bitch ten like, "Hurry up, bae, in and out"

Roll the window down, I got a six poured

I had to leave that broke shit alone, it was gettin' old

I had to put the foil on the food, it was gettin' cold

I had to hit the road, I'm probably in New York like Jim Jones

Take a yellow bitch and hit the beach, change her skin tone

A million on my mind, yeah, my mind got an M on it

I was in that white SRT with the tint on it

50 grams of each, ARP and like ten on it

Let me take 'em back, my first zap, I spent a band on it

Niggas know, it come down to that business, I'ma stand on it

I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite

I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages

Bro 'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'

I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger

You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous

Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her

Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega