Lyrics Sadness - P-Trill

(Damn, Eddy, you cookin' up on this joint, bruh)

Call me P-Trill
Give me beats so I could kill
Always speakin' on the real
If you know, you know the deal
If you know, you know the drill
Homies know the real, uh
My homies know the real, uh
Never gonna squeal
Even if they try to take my meals, facts
Tryna cure sadness
Y'all worried 'bout who look the baddest, uh
Like y'all tryna win pageants
But y'all be ratchet lackin' talent, whoa
Mindset really absent, damn
I'm wonderin' what happened
I can only imagine
Your life gotta be re-examined, damn
These beats give me different life, uh
Your girl wanted different pipe, word
Heard you wasn't flexin' right
Lucky for me, I'm investin' right, facts
Some focused on chains, but y'all ain't doin' a thing
I'm tryna double up my things with my fellow Kings
So give me the green, pistachio
And a shawty with a jatty, bro
I got no need for a nasty hoe
I like my shawty real classy though
I'm off that
Everything was off the bald cap
Meanin' it was off the top-top
I stay connected like a hotspot
Said, I stay connected like a hotspot
I come correct 'cause I'm top notch, yeah