Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p
Living if she is or not
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
Cause i’m going out with a fist raised
Hustling tryna make this p
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock
Im the new kid on the block
Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
And i be with p, so i got bbc shit
So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit
We’ll take it under the huey p and expose you phony.
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby
So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,
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