(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)
Thank God I ain't gotta sell dope no more
The moment I was wishin' and hopin' for
Feel like a professional boxer how I know the ropes
Comin' from the column at the bottom of the totem pole
I made it out the dirt, ho, I'm supposed to grow
Got so many problems, try my hardest not to overload
Hangin' in here like I'm on a hanger, I'm not gonna fold
Ballin' like the Final Four, grindin' 'til I'm comatose
Mr. Trip considered armed and dangerous, do not approach
Say I'm off my rocker just a tad bit
Still missin' my brother, still adjustin' to his absence
And I keep the metal on my waist, I got a bad hip
Money talk for me, now I got no need for an adlib
You ain't never gotta like me or what I stand for
Either way, I'm still gon' win, I'ma make damn sure
Proud of myself, I got no aim of pleasin' no one else
I vow to put you six feet underneath, you ever overstep
I'm givin' this everything I got, ain't no more holdin' back
To tell the truth, my life ain't been the same since I sold a sack
It only takes a sliver of cheese to expose a rat
For every bridge I've burned, I made my peace before I poured the gas
Ain't a livin' soul can keep me from where I'm headed
Get beheaded if I feel like you niggas gettin' big-headed, I'm with it
Sweet sixteen and I'm still not finished
'Cause Weezy said the sky was the limit, my nigga, let's get it
Yeah
Long live Pif
The sky was the limit
Nigga, let's get it
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)
