Lyrics Sweet Memory - PVT

Wine whistle, down smoke from the pistol
She 19 with a gold ring on her nipple
These ends on my tongue know I don't do dizzle
Gold presidential, look so official
I'm H Town bound with a fresh new Chio
Lights gettin' creo, young Carlitos
Dope boy, I piss dirty for my PO
I still gt down in the house where the weed grow
RIP Jack, Mac Dre and King Freako
I _______(?) the friends pissin' Rose clique-o
Berner falls, went through 'em Mike Reverends
With kingpins talkin' bout cold numbers
Before it cooked it was purrp in the bubba
I took two trips, bout to book me anotha
I swear to God, dawg, they love me in the A
First class, 100 grand on the pint

(2)
They been askin' me questions about who I'm talkin' about in these verses
Nobody fo' certain, just niggas I feel deserve it
I done gave niggas money power and presents
I don't diss, I don't diss, I just send 'em a message
I been 8in' in the hilltop with yo bitch in the suite
In the lobby with the wifi free, 100 on breakfast
Tell the baby get whateva she fetish
While the waiter just stare at my necklace
It ain't even that big, I'm fly cuz I _____(?)
Spend 2, save 8 and now I'm feelin' the cheque
Niggas always wonder why I'm who their girl be with
Cuz I tell 'em bout you without tellin' 'em shit
She just pink vibe playa move, and you don't do the same
Now she see what's real from lame, what's fiction from facts
What's bullshit from brilliance, you still fucking hoes with yo feelings

(3)
Look in my momma's eyes be my main motivation
Blinded by phone posits, footsteps stay tracing
And I can make history just like that one president
Causing damage to the city like a new element
Oakland California, started our own nation
Been playin' bitch since a 'who will I sleep with?'
And at the end of the day, Levodka ak
I'd rather finger her cuz she won't cheat anyway
The radio sleepin' on the west coast
I don't see why, we got some of the best notes
Pretty lady on the left, I slip her a note from my handbook
And what you tell her? Along as you can cook and clean
Do your heart and get took, play by the rules of my own handbook
You niggas ain't fuckin' with me / stretch!
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
You niggas fuckin' with me?! It's like 2Pac hangin' with Diddy
All the cops fuckin' with my city
Wadn't fuckin' with me now, wadn't fuckin' with me then
Couple hit songs will turn my enemies into my friends
Oakland, nigga

(4)
Young local, big money still social
Playin' em off Logic, made a mill of Pro Tools
BAack then I was broke so I would never by an old school
All bad memories so everything is so new
Pull up with that cannon and drama, I'm finna get this man
You a gangsta or ya surd? What it is, man?
Yo niggas say you this, yo family say you that
With yo switchin' ass, you that dress on Instagram
Yo girl at the queer bendin' ova and moonin'
Hit her on the table and made her pacing vaturity(?!)
Evolve last year? Not me, cuz it was foolery
I ain't wanna be a freshman, that requires niggas schoolin' me
Made it from my city, nigga, same that gon' diss you
Here, you can take the microphone with ya
Let the doorknob hit you where the good lord spit you
Cuz in (?!) you gon' have the good lord with ya
One man army, I'm the jet and the missile
Here the same shit, and disciple like the mistril
All these niggas chicken talkin' they gon' bail with ya
But don't eva wanna meet, so they leave me with the grizzle