Heart as cold as December Hustle, plotting some reggies Just surviving the ghetto 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 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 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