Lyrics 3's - #PrinceB

I know they been hatin on me, cause niggas ride the wave when I speak
I ain't going for the same ole thing, put respect up on my name when you speak
They gon learn to quit playing wit P
Mind on my money, heart inside the street
Remember back when I was selling ten a g
Life is like an instrumental gotta tip toe on the beat
And when it come pouring up remember good things come in 3's

Lately I been in my feelings, do you hear it, is you feeling that
They tried to fill me up with fake love ain't going back
RIP my niggas that ain't coming back
That's why I get it every other way
I know my grandma dead but she praying for me anyway
Even when I'm feeling down, I still know you looking out
Always reefer in the air to keep them demons out my house
Every time they try to sleep on me, I hit em in they mouth
Walk around with my head up so I don't lose my crown
And even when it all falls down, I get up again
I keep it real in all my songs, swear that's why they love my shit
I hope they miss me when I'm gone, cause when I'm on I'm on some other shit
Even with a 10-foot pole they ain't touching me
When I was young I use to steal from the store on some junkie shit
As I got older tables turned I got robbed by the government
They shoulda knew I wasn't nothing like them other kids
Won't tone it down like Chris Brown, young nigga really running it

I know they been hatin on me, cause niggas ride the wave when I speak
I ain't going for the same ole thing, put respect up on my name when you speak
They gon learn to quit playing wit P
Mind on my money, heart inside the street
Remember back when I was selling ten a g
Life is like an instrumental gotta tip toe on the beat
And when it come pouring up remember good things come in 3's

Get the fuck up out my way
Don't you listen you listen to the beat hear what I say
They ain't friend just cause they smiling to ya face
No I just call that shit fake
Why can't all the fake go away
Fuck it, ima get it out the gutter
My shoes was made for walking to the butter
Sometimes my money argue with each other
After all these years I still miss my dead brother
I know you want the best for me
My heart got a lot of scars so it's hard to turn to loving
Funny how I turned nothing to something
Then lost it all and nothing again
I got it back multiplied dividends
Because I keep going in
And I can't give you shit unless you take it from my hand

I know they been hatin on me, cause niggas ride the wave when I speak
I ain't going for the same ole thing, put respect up on my name when you speak
They gon learn to quit playing wit P
Mind on my money, heart inside the street
Remember back when I was selling ten a g
Life is like an instrumental gotta tip toe on the beat
And when it come pouring up remember good things come in 3's