[Intro]{CR}{LF}Gather around, gather around{CR}{LF}Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit{CR}{LF}Police sirens behind him while he's driving{CR}{LF}Instantly causes butterflies in his stomach even though he's legit{CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}[Samples]{CR}{LF}Now brothers and sisters, they have not stopped{CR}{LF}It's about to hit the fan - what is this?{CR}{LF}Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick{CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}[Verse 1]{CR}{LF}Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic{CR}{LF}I still write like it's my son was born knight{CR}{LF}I'm tired of swinging on these niggas{CR}{LF}Man, these niggas can't even fight{CR}{LF}I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes{CR}{LF}Marshall said that I'd be a problem if I get my shit right{CR}{LF}That if is probably the biggest if I ever live by{CR}{LF}Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by{CR}{LF}I needed to be inebriated to prevent me from getting shy{CR}{LF}That's better than getting shot, that's a much more healthier ending{CR}{LF}I'm running this race all by myself{CR}{LF}My competition is in the selfie olympics{CR}{LF}Coming back with a vengeance in LV of vintage{CR}{LF}Anybody got a problem with me winning this shit shall be offended{CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}[Hook]{CR}{LF}PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime{CR}{LF}The crown is on, that's how you determine a don{CR}{LF}PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime{CR}{LF}I ain't never falling off{CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}[Verse 2]{CR}{LF}Then the car pulls up on the side of me{CR}{LF}An attractive woman is in it eyeing me trying to get my attention{CR}{LF}But I just play the victim like "what do you want from me?"{CR}{LF}Then I pull off like ERR{CR}{LF}My nigga, my nigga, my nigga{CR}{LF}You don't know what it feels like to be tired of fucking these hoes{CR}{LF}It's just hard to stay alive these days{CR}{LF}I can't end up on no more collages on bitches' IG pages{CR}{LF}They see these cars then they want to be reality TV stars{CR}{LF}Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic{CR}{LF}I still write like it's my son was born knight{CR}{LF}I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't right{CR}{LF}Can't even kiss them in their mouths{CR}{LF}Too many dicks been in their diet{CR}{LF}Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins call you vet{CR}{LF}You start to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step{CR}{LF}They come in the league like A.I{CR}{LF}With that their look and that crossover{CR}{LF}Move, and they make that old shit seem useless{CR}{LF}But I'm balling{CR}{LF}I can afford to hire somebody{CR}{LF}To try to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding{CR}{LF}Seem like the feds be like "fuck honesty"{CR}{LF}My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down{CR}{LF}Theirs signed to the Duck Dynasty{CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}[Hook]{CR}{LF}{CR}{LF}[Verse 3]{CR}{LF}Make your money, my nigga, get your money{CR}{LF}But don't let the shit make you, now deal with that{CR}{LF}I lost a whole bunch of money chasing bitches{CR}{LF}But I never lost no bitches chasing money, how real is that?{CR}{LF}Only time a woman made a man a millionaire{CR}{LF}Was when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is that?{CR}{LF}My nigga, get you a fly chick and a drop top{CR}{LF}And when she piss you off, do me a favor{CR}{LF}Hop in that bitch and peel it back{CR}{LF}I already got one{CR}{LF}All these bitches be doing is playing musical chairs{CR}{LF}With different rappers' front seats without calling shotgun{CR}{LF}Face it, you're a ho, as God as my witness{CR}{LF}That paper's my litmus I take it then I dip with it{CR}{LF}Then I wait for the result, and the verdict is in{CR}{LF}Now that I'm sober niggas is saying it's over{CR}{LF}Couple of niggas had to off 'em{CR}{LF}Couple of bitches mad cause I'm off 'em{CR}{LF}Either that or they think that my life is so good my nights be sunny{CR}{LF}Oh, he's only been so quiet{CR}{LF}Cau
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