ft. Peedi Crakk
Heart as cold as December
Shots hard as the Devil
Hustle, plotting some reggies
Just surviving the ghetto
Survival of the fittest
Itchy fingers for triggers
Sticky fingers we got, its the fingers that hit us
Best women in tropic, just hella exotic
You can smell on my pocket
Friend tell em I got it
Counterclock on the colon just to sprinkle a soda
Whole city embrace him like he a soldier
Waiting to blow, ready to go if them niggas approach me
They watching the cars, they watching the sauce
So I sleep with it closely
Yeah, sleeping banana, freak them with Daisy
Orgasm, they get to busting, leave them no dely
Im ready to go, hes ready to blow, my nigga, hes buzzing
I murdered a cop, hes better than who? My nigga, you bugging
We get hot and we thuggin, 36 in the oven
God, Im pitching and hugging, fiends sticking and puffing
Hard now, we crumbling, yeah, we flipping the water
And we richer than Porter and Im hitting they daughters
Niggas saying wishing me luck, niggas wish me to die
Kid niggas alive
Cousin on meth leave, uncle on crack crime
Brother on a jail cell, youngest on the back block
Giving no warnings, been in the corner with my Glock high
Lil clown, fuck you for a pound with that Mac out
Sky blue, one time slid through, its green now
Stop in fresh lanes, face down like any day now
Licking drugs in strip clubs, this is the Devils playground
Im intentionally in it, my intuitions is vague now
Could be lottas of K rounds, make your heart skip a tempo
Leave the aroma, disarranges, build me the incidentals
Gotta switch up the rental, my appointments in pencil
30 and stitching and turn the info in a sip
Im just Peedi, I cant be what you perceive me
To be what you seeing and believe on your TV
Im iller than watching Thriller in 3D
See me still chilling with my nigga, see, its still us, P
Feeling like a million, fuck these niggas RIP
Buck niggas all they see, fucking with the black and Latin Master P
Bout it, bout it, shot it cause Im probably bout it
Faggots hopping off the closet like style out of pocket
Nosetalgia
YOUNG CHRIS
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