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Keep your enemies close, and all that other deep bullshit.
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Verse 1 (The Concept)
Uh
jumpin' out from the underground,
wit' a mouth full of these bullets
I'll spit em at you if you hop off in the front
so shut the hell up, cease the speakin', n' stop talkin' at once
my beats on that supersonic shit, they knock off in ya trunk, uh
I done made you look, this criticism got you shook
bitchmade backpackin' rappers, no flossin' up in ya hooks
savin' hoes, rock discount clothes and readin' books
no diamond or gold chains, and that's good, they'd prolly get took
along wit' yo little fame, yeah ya record got a couple spins
and that got you feelin' like you got that Percy Miller hype
claimin' you a baller, I see margaritas, Miller Lite
and that ugly bitch wit' them basic red bottoms n' stripper tights
huh, I ain't impressed nigga
I see you pulled up in that foreign whip
doors suicided, parked on the corner wit'
valet service, they roped it off so it's quicker to go, and in
VIP wit' them other lame niggas...well I guess you made it nigga!
mazeltov, please excuse me for hoppin' off
I don't praise no nigga, me and my crew some go getters
all we need is a shot, and I promise I'm bout to know Jigga
Roc Nation n all of that, fly over the MARTA map
now tell me, who you know that flow n go harder than that
I heard ya album nigga, that shit mediocre
I ain't pay for it, I won that shit in a game of poker
guest verses is weak, second joint ain't got no hope
a couple hits...yeah, but everybody got a few
that's why I see you on the street, n I don't acknowledge you
I'm only fuckin' wit' real rap, so far you ain't delivered
nothin' I can listen to, me? I'm criticism proof
My chick thick, got a chain like Slick Rick
my caddy sittin' on dubs, and I'm movin' like wind sprints
chocolate brown and green, the interior thin mints
bought this shit from a friend of mine, I ain't seen him since
it's all good, 'cause everybody know my name around my hood
yeen ain't close to ballin' nigga get that understood, I'm
(P-Nut Money Bag)
P-nut Money Bag, southside Atlanta...zone 3, zone 4
We done put the block on the map ya dig,
y'all college ass niggas ain't droppin' shit like this homebwoy,
better pay attention mayne we on the come up...
fuck wit me we eatin', call me back nigga
Verse 2
We really out here, you ain't struggled homie,
and you ain't never seen real poverty
grass brown, graffiti on all the walls of your property
live in the precinct, like a bad game of monopoly
jackers all in the street only language they speak is guapanese
we bout this life n we makin' it out, the hell you doin'
that hypothetical shit ain't makin' our lives better
most of my niggas predestined to six, or five letters
prison and death, man y'all a waste of my breath
I made a name for myself, been sellin' CDs to all my people
P-Nut Money Bag, they know me 'round the way
that playa wit hella bars that be rockin' the newest J's
blowin' that loud pack, that shit you ain't never blazed
'cause you a lame, I'm ridin' wit' them real killers that take ya life
You really wanna show out? I got some great advice
go get some ice, mo' chains, bigger's usually better
throw them stacks for the bitches, that paper makin' em wetter
cop a strap, and get you security wit Berettas
'cause these streets ain't safe for a soft nigga like you
and in fact, I don't even know why I'm teachin' you my moves
you prolly the type to fizzle out in a couple years
that conscious shit don't get no play around my way,
you ain't comin' wit no bass...nigga
you got a problem, say it to my face, I'm
Outro (P-Nut Money Bag)
P-Nut Money Bag, you know what it is bruh, me n my patnas
(y'all already know 'bout me homie)
y'all see us in the club, spendin' money wit' the strippers
we get money nigga, that's what we do...better ask somebody homebwoy
run up on yo jag, take yo money like BAH (bah bah bah)
ay, you better pick up the phone when I call you nigga
(pick up the phone nigga) I'm out here tryna put ya up on game,
I'm tryna help YOU out (ungrateful ass bitch) y'all don't even know who
y'all messin' wit' tho, Dirty Money Clique, worldwide homie
Real talk though, you gon' answer my shit, I been out here rockin' stages,
gettin' money, gettin' hoes, I could put you on nigga,
all I need, is a couple hundred 'cause you know, my feature price
been goin' up since I'm so heavily requested after my smash single
"Get Them Draws" hit number 53 on ReverbNation last week
I accept cash, and money orders.
- Genre
- Cam James