Lyrics Dynamic Duo - P-Trill feat. Lil Papi

Ooh, gotta come back home to the jazz
I got a thing for that
Real chill shit, gotta spit the trill shit, you feel me?
Aight, let's get into it, yeah (Novmber)

I got a father all the way in Texas
New York's where my mother's located
I'm their son, so, in a way, I'm their protector
I know one day, we're all gonna need savin'
One love, our end's tight like NFL
For them I build, word to Lego's, I be in the field
No shit talk, never cared how opposers will feel
Word to my name, so you know I be speakin' that trill
Speak ya truth, is it really facts? Riddle me that
Give out swiss cheese and that's how you swindle the rats
Shine light on the map, how you trick all the bats
And are you loyal to your boo? Don't fiddle with cap
'Cause if she ask questions, then she know the answers
Better come correct before she pull out her camera
Don't let her feel neglect, she gon' want another man, son
Treat her with respect, boy, just remember your manners
Gettin' back to the topic at hand
Niggas be movin' too selfish, never lendin' a hand
You know there ain't no 'I' in "team" or 'U' in "band"
All for one, one for all, stick to the plans
I wish I was in two places at once
For whoever need me and for who wanna have fun
Yeah, that's all I really do, stand tall for all
But if my back against the wall, then who breakin' my fall? Damn
I'll hold ya pain, take it easy
If I got it, so do you, and I ain't bein' cheesy
If you hate me, it's okay 'cause I still love you
I put myself last, so you know no one above you, yeah
Don't take it personal, my thoughts run wild
Just know my past real crooked so I love when I smile
I protect, I'll catch bullets so you'll never say, "Ow"
I'm a shield after all, I'll shine sun on your clouds, yeah

Uh, just kickin' it with all my peoples in the stu'
Huh, heard this beat and had to get up in the booth
Kick it to 'em real quick, yeah
Actually, I think my mans got a verse too
He wanna kick it to y'all, so what's the word? Just come inside
(Yo P-Trill!)

Uh, candlelight virgils from Boricuas on the block
Alcoholic mothers whose only son got shot
We need a revolution, this the only way to stop
The cyclical nature of totin' guns and squeezin' mops
The words is like the paint but the scheme is more a mural
Too many young boys dyin', yeah, I'm talkin' about plural
Yeah, and I'm talkin' about plural, uh
Everything for ya dead mans after he's good and gone
We need to spread some wisdom so we not singin' this song
This isn't new to you, to me, this hadn't just begun
It's time to change the block mentality
And show the youth a different one
'Cause I'm callin' for the trap stars
And the gangsters and the killers
Hold in all the pain and been actin' like they fearless
I'm begging you to change, yeah, I'm beggin' ya to feel this
Not only the right thing to do, but between me and you
I'm tired of seein' red and bein' killed by blue
Me and Paul the dynamic du-o
And you know how it go, Papi