I ain't got a clue why this world keeps turnin'
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
I've been down so long now, I forgot my smile
Homicide cuz suicide just not my style
I should rap about big guns and keys of coke
Or my friends who never show up when I need 'em most
How I put my trust in you and you broke my heart
'Cause you hate to see me win, you'd rather see me broke
They some sheeps in wolf's clothing, they say P's the GOAT
They say I'm evil but I'm really quite a decent bloke
I run through enough white, I could ski the slopes
I got guns for the beef and weed to smoke
I ain't perfect and I'm man enough to see my flaws
How can I be the GOAT when I got teeth and claws
Jailhouse, they still play me on the threes and fours
I used to hit them by myself 'til my feet was sore
I know trappin' from the yard 'til they breach the door
I'm PP, what the fuck I need a feature for?
I left school like, "What the fuck I need a teacher for?"
You can't teach me nothin' that I ain't seen before
You can't teach me how to cut weight and bag by eye
You can't teach me how to grease up and shine my nine
You can't teach me how to stay down and ride my time
I can teach you 'bout life every time I rhyme
When I was fifteen, I think I had special needs
I had a .38 Special, needed extra sweets
Listenin' to Mavado, I'm So Special
Think I was just lost like Gretel and Hansel
I've been gunnin' since Patrick Vieira and Sol Campbell
Before the road ting was a shambles
I look like I'm sellin' heroin in my Hermes sandals
I was up north with J Sav givin' out samples
That's samples, kill 'em with success, watch me lead by example
Killers, I pull up with a car full
I ain't never been Slim but I'm Shady like Marshall
How you badmouth the king? You must be losin' your marbles
I was playin' 'round with poles when you was watchin' Hey Arnold!
You cardboard gangsters must think this is Marvel
You funny little characters ain't nothin' but arseholes
Move half O's, now you think that you're narcos
Garbos, ain't nobody give two fuck
Who you shot, who you stabbed, cah these little things'll lift you up
Soon as you get money, they try mix you up
Put you down, watch them try trip you up
Fuck with me, you don't wanna fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with, fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with me
Fuck with me, you don't wanna fuck with me
You don't wanna fuck with me
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