This that shit that we roll up, pour up to
Huh, Feel Me?
Look
This that shit that we roll up, pour up to
You know it's a party every time that we come through
You don't like it? You's a hater, tell me what's new
Oh, You don't like it? So what, nigga f*ck you
If you looking for me you can find me in the P
Uptown, Eastside, That's where I been that's where I be
Where the niggas know the name, and bitches they know the game
Young ghetto celebrity, can't afford the price of fame
These lame, game-goofy guys been getting out of hand
Meanwhile I'm out the way, plotting on a thousand bands
Tryna get up out the ghetto, man this like my thousandth plan
Got a few mouths to feed, but it's a thousand reaching hands
God Damn! Somebody point me towards the money, 'fore I go bizerk
Really I'm ready to quit my job and just go to work
These silly niggas want the pussy, I pursue the purse
Y'all do it for the hoes, and I do it for the turf
Up early in the morning, I be on it first
See y'all say want the win, but I want it worse
From my introduction to earth, until I'm in a hearse
You can hate it or love it, long as you take it for what it's worth
Y'all searching for your soul, I'm plotting out a meal ticket
I know who I am, now I just got to deal with it
That's why I never got a deal but I'm still with it
Even with no nine to five, nigga I'ma still get it
Ain't had breakfast in a week, but I'm still gritting
Ain't had breakfast in a week, so I'm still gritting
Still grinding, getting grimy, that's the way it be
Still down to hit to hit that two-ten to get from A to B
Behind my back they talk that shit that they won't say to me
The same losers showing love to hide their hate for me
I'ma player, but they know better than to play with me
I been hustling, cheddar chasing, they know to pay the fee
Blatantly, that's how I send my disrespect
But really, I'm just tryna spread love and represent the set
Really, I'm just tryna step up the way I get the checks
And really I'm ready, shoutout Grammy Boi, that nigga next
They tryna see a nigga flex, I'm tryna stay humble
It's real in the field, I'm just trying not to fumble
Got a little buzz, but I'm tryna make a rumble
I heard they talking shit, well tell 'em try not to mumble
I cop by the bundles, like hair when I be hustling
You can't huddle in now you wasn't making plays with us struggling
You ain't put in the pot you can't come around when it's bubbling
And if you aint bring something to the table, don't expect nothing then
Yeah, you aint been round, don't even come round, P'z
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This that shit that we roll up, pour up to
Huh, Feel Me?
Look
This that shit that we roll up, pour up to
You know it's a party every time that we come through
You don't like it? You's a hater, tell me what's new
Oh, You don't like it? So what, nigga f*ck you
If you looking for me you can find me in the P
Uptown, Eastside, That's where I been that's where I be
Where the niggas know the name, and bitches they know the game
Young ghetto celebrity, can't afford the price of fame
These lame, game-goofy guys been getting out of hand
Meanwhile I'm out the way, plotting on a thousand bands
Tryna get up out the ghetto, man this like my thousandth plan
Got a few mouths to feed, but it's a thousand reaching hands
God Damn! Somebody point me towards the money, 'fore I go bizerk
Really I'm ready to quit my job and just go to work
These silly niggas want the pussy, I pursue the purse
Y'all do it for the hoes, and I do it for the turf
Up early in the morning, I be on it first
See y'all say want the win, but I want it worse
From my introduction to earth, until I'm in a hearse
You can hate it or love it, long as you take it for what it's worth
Y'all searching for your soul, I'm plotting out a meal ticket
I know who I am, now I just got to deal with it
That's why I never got a deal but I'm still with it
Even with no nine to five, nigga I'ma still get it
Ain't had breakfast in a week, but I'm still gritting
Ain't had breakfast in a week, so I'm still gritting
Still grinding, getting grimy, that's the way it be
Still down to hit to hit that two-ten to get from A to B
Behind my back they talk that shit that they won't say to me
The same losers showing love to hide their hate for me
I'ma player, but they know better than to play with me
I been hustling, cheddar chasing, they know to pay the fee
Blatantly, that's how I send my disrespect
But really, I'm just tryna spread love and represent the set
Really, I'm just tryna step up the way I get the checks
And really I'm ready, shoutout Grammy Boi, that nigga next
They tryna see a nigga flex, I'm tryna stay humble
It's real in the field, I'm just trying not to fumble
Got a little buzz, but I'm tryna make a rumble
I heard they talking shit, well tell 'em try not to mumble
I cop by the bundles, like hair when I be hustling
You can't huddle in now you wasn't making plays with us struggling
You ain't put in the pot you can't come around when it's bubbling
And if you aint bring something to the table, don't expect nothing then
Yeah, you aint been round, don't even come round, P'z
Huh, Feel Me?
Look
This that shit that we roll up, pour up to
You know it's a party every time that we come through
You don't like it? You's a hater, tell me what's new
Oh, You don't like it? So what, nigga f*ck you
If you looking for me you can find me in the P
Uptown, Eastside, That's where I been that's where I be
Where the niggas know the name, and bitches they know the game
Young ghetto celebrity, can't afford the price of fame
These lame, game-goofy guys been getting out of hand
Meanwhile I'm out the way, plotting on a thousand bands
Tryna get up out the ghetto, man this like my thousandth plan
Got a few mouths to feed, but it's a thousand reaching hands
God Damn! Somebody point me towards the money, 'fore I go bizerk
Really I'm ready to quit my job and just go to work
These silly niggas want the pussy, I pursue the purse
Y'all do it for the hoes, and I do it for the turf
Up early in the morning, I be on it first
See y'all say want the win, but I want it worse
From my introduction to earth, until I'm in a hearse
You can hate it or love it, long as you take it for what it's worth
Y'all searching for your soul, I'm plotting out a meal ticket
I know who I am, now I just got to deal with it
That's why I never got a deal but I'm still with it
Even with no nine to five, nigga I'ma still get it
Ain't had breakfast in a week, but I'm still gritting
Ain't had breakfast in a week, so I'm still gritting
Still grinding, getting grimy, that's the way it be
Still down to hit to hit that two-ten to get from A to B
Behind my back they talk that shit that they won't say to me
The same losers showing love to hide their hate for me
I'ma player, but they know better than to play with me
I been hustling, cheddar chasing, they know to pay the fee
Blatantly, that's how I send my disrespect
But really, I'm just tryna spread love and represent the set
Really, I'm just tryna step up the way I get the checks
And really I'm ready, shoutout Grammy Boi, that nigga next
They tryna see a nigga flex, I'm tryna stay humble
It's real in the field, I'm just trying not to fumble
Got a little buzz, but I'm tryna make a rumble
I heard they talking shit, well tell 'em try not to mumble
I cop by the bundles, like hair when I be hustling
You can't huddle in now you wasn't making plays with us struggling
You ain't put in the pot you can't come around when it's bubbling
And if you aint bring something to the table, don't expect nothing then
Yeah, you aint been round, don't even come round, P'z
Writer: Kyland Dunlap
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