(What's up, Juwop?)
(Beat those drums)
Alright, fuck you, pay me what you owe me, hold the favors, though
I was born in '85, I been this way since '84
If it ain't 'bout the paper roll, I'm awfully lackadasical
My guns are fully loaded 'cause I pack 'em all the day before
Pif, look over your baby bro, these rap niggas, they hate me so
My work ethic crazy, not to mention I make crazy dough
I wouldn't try me if I was you, that ain't the way to go
Made so many enemies, but Friends is still my favorite show
Let's focus on the finer things in life
I finally can afford to say I don't look at the price
Tonight, I might just lay in bed and cuddle with my wife
And do nothing just like you, oh my God, that must be nice
I stay out the way 'cause out of mind is out of sight
But I'm a sight to see, you probably won't believe your eyes
They say 'tis the season to be robbin' niggas blind
Pistol in your face, I bet you can't believe your eyes
I be stressed as fuck, I count that cake to ease my mind
I get the cake and dip off, baby, call me Duncan Hines
Call me what you want long as you call me all the time
My wife gon' cut your throat, lil' pretty bitch, pay me no mind
My wife think I'm delusional, I'm always seein' signs
I see 'em everywhere, them little S's with the lines
Now look how hard I grind, there's eight reasons why
I came here to win and I don't plan to leave it tied
There's a list of people that I had to leave behind
If I had done brought 'em with me, then they would've slowed me down
If I ain't make it fast enough, they would've switched the sides
That's to be expected, so I can't say I'm surprised
Long live Pif
(What's up, Juwop?)
(Beat those drums)
