[Verse 1:Paris P]

No one can fuck with me

I ain't cocky I just call it how I see it

Sittin in a city that's at the bottom

But I'm feelin on top of the world sittin closer to aaliyah

Emotionally fevered

God knows my struggle

Free my brother Vonte

Gotta love the hustle

Street nigga logic: money solves all your problems

But I'll run up in ya spot with that blocka cus I ain't got none

Headed to the studio again

Cadi almost on E had to ride out in the rain

Washin down my real nigga pains

E&J seems to keep a nigga sane

But when its gone I'm the only one to blame

Broke and almost bummy, I don't usually smoke BUT roll up the skunky

Let me spit something funky

I know we in the lead but I try to stay humbly

Protect my future seed so I'm stackin all the money

A maggot from that nawf now I do it to the fullest

And you niggas fly equals a gun that's shooting with no bullets (don't pull it)

Niggas and kings, bitches and queens don't mean a damn thing when we all chase the same dream

Who's the leader of u niggas-show me

I'm tryna kill yo boss like a disgruntled employee -- Fuck--

[Verse 2:Paris P}

A.Dd+ Ho

I'm spittin up a thunderstorm in the midst of hurricanes wit a snow storm as my audience

I call Gravy up and he don't pick up

Guess its just another night on some solo shit

That's my brother tho

This that spit it in some bad weather flow

Kick it for a few with some bad, fair-weather hoes

Who never tell me no and my past won't let me let these bitches close

So my sex life is like give and go pick and roll pull her hair lose control

I speak the truth so that's food to my soul

You hoes'll get the boot if you slowin up my roll

I let another nigga shoot cus its too easy to eco'

Mayne you niggas too easy to roast

I ain't the type to brag but its too easy to boast

I say,nand if you didn't know

Ima leave you on this note -Paris P Ho-what up

[Verse 3:Paris P]

They say the grass is greener on the other side

Either its just a rumor or they simply lied

Same grass different yard when i jumped the fence

So when i scream fuck the world i dont mean no offense

Tired of being led astray by politics

And they label it tradition, THATS A PILE OF SHIT

Put a nigga on probation or the county bench

Drop the papers 4 years later i was still hitting licks

Cause a job won't hire me for such and such

Can only blame myself 18 years old fuckin up

At the time it always feels right don't it

I was told plan for the future live in the moment

Live with the repercussions dont matter if yeeon want em/

I can be a street nigga that dont mean i condone em

Life can be tricky might pull a flea flicker

Gotta be on ya guard when you out here bending cornas

And this birds and bees relationship of mine

Seems to always be on the decline

Back & forth arguing, always the pettiest

Yo heart ain't really in it u just not woman enough to say the shit

Damn where the muthafuckin support go

Shiiiit you dont even come out to my shows

Work some regular 9 to 5 -that's not me

TRUE everybody wanna do this -but they not me- Scrappy