P Funk (feat. Rucci)

Look

Back on my bullshit, it's a scary sight

I'ma always keep on steppin', you can stay behind (Matt Brick$)

I be thinkin' 'bout the days when I ain't have a dime

When I was selling dimes

When I ain't have a life

I just had a dream I was in the county smoking spice

I be thinkin' 'bout my ****, he eighteen fightin' life

I'm sorry, mama, I ain't walk a straight line

If I don't make it, I'ma die trying

I'm on parole, so I'm runnin' lowkey

These ****, they be lying, they ain't really in the streets

Today I'm getting cheese, I don't wanna hear a beep

I just wanna get a bag, stack, and repeat

I was down bad on my ass, on E

They ain't even help me get back on my feet

And ****, on P's, I'm still ridin' with the heat

These **** lyin', they don't even got no beef

Activated, most hated, so I'm stayin' protected

I know they want me dead, so I'm keepin' a weapon

Big forty on my hip, who he thinkin' impresssin'?

Knock a **** top, yeah, I'm leavin' him guessin'

We takin' back to back trips, why they dyin' like that?

I thought you **** wanted war, why they hidin' like that?

No competition, fuck the opps, why they tryin' like that?

I'm paranoid, keep it on me, why they eyein' like that?

I heard they want me dead, tell them **** come and do somethin'

I had to toss mine, the homie let me use his fusca

Stay up off these streets, hardheaded, I'm like nunca

They know I never miss, when I slide, you hear trucha

I been— shh for the block, ask the homies, I'm a trophy

Lil' fuse, big gun, better watch how you approach me

Terrorize they block, we 56, them **** know me

I ain't playin' 'bout no war, bitch, I'll slide by my lonely

I ain't worried 'bout no opps

I'm from where bodies drop

Grimey Park, park side, watch me spin a block

All this money I be touchin' make me spin a lot

Whip a brand new coupe and it's fresh out the lot

I'ma get rich, I'ma have to buy the block

I'm off the Wockhardt, I don't even wanna walk

And they chipped the homie, I don't even wanna talk

If you cross the line, end up all in white chalk

Before I signed a deal, I hit the block just to flock

Now I'm hood rich, gettin' money don't stop

I swear I love the hood, but the hood stay hot

Just hit the shop, installed a stash for the Glock

Customize the whip, make sure the speakers knock

Customize the drip, look fly for the thots

Cop the new Rolex with the papers in the box

I spent ten G's on this ice that I got

Ayy, ayy, I spent thirty-five on this watch that I got

Still ridin' 'round in my mama Benz with a Glock

I ain't got no license, but it's motherfuck the cops

Bought a house in TJ for my pops Big Tak

Ayy, I'm still poppin' pills, off a jiggy gettin' jiggy

In Paramount fuckin' 'round with Swifty

I was told to dump the Glock, better make sure it's empty

I'm tryna take a trip to— ayo, pass me the Rémy

Like I said, this a fully, ain't no motherfuckin' semi

Kill a ****, fuck a bitch the same night with no jimmy

On your block with Glocks, take that, take that like Diddy

Tryna get away from this gangster shit, but it's in me