Kendrick Lamar - P & P (ft. Ab-Soul) | Текст песни

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• P & P (ft. Ab-Soul)

[Intro]
Oh what up, ho
Oh what up
I said oh what up, ho
Oh what up
I said oh what up, ho
Oh what up
Well alright

[Hook]
I'm going through something with life
But pussy and patron will make you feel alright
Pussy and patron make you feel alright
Pussy and patron that's some great advice

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Something to inspire me, rather than society's
Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love
I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club
I used to have a nine to five
Fresh out of school that was '05
That bitch was racist, got me fired
Ever since then I had no job
Pushing in my mama van
Stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by association story of my life, nigga
You gone make me flip then split your shit
Judge give me life, nigga
Pain since my grandma's death
Uncle killed at Louis's Burgers
Hold my tears I tried my best
Let it go drench my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin's margin
Maintaining my modest modest as I dream
So while I go through all this all this bullshit what you call it
Life itself I know it helps let me scroll through my Blackberry

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I said keep reading my diary, when my life's entirely
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
I said they wouldn't hire me
I said I got my ass beat
And the only thing can help is ass and some titties
So whassup baby
I said whassup
I had a long day and I really wanna fuck
See I ain't tryna think about no phone bills
Credit card late fees
Capital One popping up on my caller ID
Pawning my chain in the shop
Watching for hollow-tip shots
Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block
Man that's my worst fear
Ain't that your worst fear
You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears
Or run through a pothole at two in the morning
Scared to hit your emergencies cause them they'll be on it
See I know when the harsh reality take it's toll
Open up your contacts then scroll

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Welcome to my diary
Hmmm where should I begin
Finna get a Swisher and fill it with at least a gram
Crackas watch my every step
Better yet they work my every nerve
Cutting me this worthless check
The concept is so absurd
Like a church in debt
A turtle in a turtle neck
Convertibles with turbo jets
Fueled by 7-Up and prometh
I feel like deaths around the corner
Like the quickest wide receiver
So I took another shot
Tequila hit me like a nina
My sky's gray
My bitches brighter always saying lights please
J. Cole's her ghost writer
And I'm the God MC
Join my diocese
Free your mind, don't mind SO-ciety
And finally, everyone got their own problems
Everything is subject to change like broken dollars
I'ma drown in my drink and swim in my woman's vagina like a piranha fin it
Gets harder than Rihanna when

[Hook]

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