Wha, wha yeah It's like a team over here daddy One for all, and one for one [let it flow, flow, flow... ahh yeah...] If it aint that then it aint right If you be knowin that, you'll be aight
[Verse 1] My heart goes out to the homeless and poor and my niggas in the bing that didn't go to the board wit a 25 to L on your back the shit is too cold and for the kids that didn't get they school clothes For the gods that lost they earth The world's a song you'll get it back you just lost your verse It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin for weed Cuz I don't wanna forfeit first I could even bust my gun and do some office work But I still wanna off this jerk [shit...] I can't leave it out my rhymes [why] cuz it be part of my dreams, to see 20 porsches murk Three houses for the family, two for the niggas When I die I was true to the niggas [true soldier] and I never practice voodoo But it's like Black Magic how I spit this fluid to niggas
[CHORUS: Angie Stone] How do you move on his way When taking all this stress and pain There's gotta be a better way There's gotta be a better way yeah If I should give up hope today P won't you help me find my way All I really want... Is to live my life so we can just get high yeah, yeah
[Verse 2] Ask God when he stoppin the pain A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin his vein and the needle look dirty but I'm close to reaching thirty and the only thing I know it's a profit to gain I might cry but I'm still cold I might be cold but I still cry and bottomline I'ma still die I can see the doors openin now I can see the ghost floatin around That's why P come down with the potenest sound spit the shit that'll open the ground [crack the ground] My third eye got a horoscope [see it all] So if you wanna know my horoscope, listen to the bars I wrote Build and destroy Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy Cuz all I really want [what] Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a toy
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[Verse 3] My whole life been a sacrifice So if my nigga need my help he aint never gotta ask me twice I'm the nigga you could kick it wit You gotta spot you wanna rob I'm the nigga you could stick it wit I'm in the studio, I'm droppin pain on the beat I'm famous indeed, but those is two differences They tryin to understand me, but I overstand 'em I'm the flowin phanthom, til we blowin random and to my corner niggas holdin cannons that want the money and jewels and everything cuz we so demanding To the hoes that think I'm handsome that know a gangster when she see one ma, yeah money that's the anthem Callin niggas like that's the ransom you could take 'em you could leave 'em but your man aint a happy camper If P flowin then that's the cancer Holiday the hottest shit point blank dog that's the answer
[CHORUS] - 2X
Compositores: David Styles, A Smith, Alan Maman ECAD: Obra #37344373