Текст песни PSA - Fee4Three

When I pull up I cant stay I'm a have to take my bag to go
Everything I come from ratchet as hell but we stay classy though
Girl I see me in you
Its just me and you like Cassie though
Can't be like these Niggas cause I know that they got shattered souls
You know your grandma lessons Nigga act like she beat your ass before
Ay you police as hell you knew the answer then fuck you ask me for?
I really get it even though it ain't Thanksgiving I get my cabbage though
Ay they be wrong but they gone tweak on me if I act irrational

I know good and damn well I'm a be alright with some weed and tobacco rolled
I'm alright with what I got I ain't worried about shit I ain't had no more
I ain't even worried about the bag no more
I already know how that's gone go
I'm getting a bag
Chop getting a bag
Fee getting a bag and that's on bro
My son in here touching the interface boy I'm trying to get us a plaque!
It's hard to teach your kids something when you know damn well you wouldn't listen to that
Let me ask you a lil' something
You done ever had 20/20 vision and then that shit switched into black?

Everything I ship gone touchdown you could track it shorty they ain't sending it back

Let me tell you a lil' something
Most of you rappers ain't spitting the facts you better off spitting in the trash
I went from pencil to pad stencil to crab getting suspended from class
Everybody say they the goat I'lI give 'em a lamb... Chop
Hear what I'm saying?
This shit cost me a arm and a leg
All these thoughts bounce off my head
We played cops and robbers as kids
Running in and out of the crib
Now we dodging robbers and cops cause all we got we got for the kids
The door unlocked don't walk in the crib
Got the shotgun cocked on the side of the fridge
Car won't stop hop out of the whip
Then hop back in how block get Spin't
Toilet don't flush I got this shit

Hold on let me pop my shit
Still in a rush that Gwap I get
Really in touch I take that risk
My brother gone whip it up don't worry about it he'll damn near break that whisk
I told god I'm a keep goin on hard long as he grant my wish
What you know about this?

A lot of shit
And I'm proud of it
And I heard I'm the prodigy
That was a prophecy
And I ain't too proud for apologies
But I ain't no sorry Nigga
And I done threw away bands on Cartier
Mmm
Bro got the white girl and the white boy like barbie ken

Alright let me see it real quick
Need you understand right now I'm sitting on the couch while I'm spitting this shit
Nigga just chillin and shit
If you listen up close you could hear my children in it
Swear this shit not stressful
I had to realize I'm special
Had to realize ima vessel

Now that I know I cant settle
Been won this shit where my medal?
Bitch I'm gone ride with no pedals
Niggas gone Hyde when I'm Jekyll
You ain't gotta like him respect him
If Niggas wrong we gone check em
You know I ain't fond of no flexing
Bitch I make hits like the Texans
Cant kick it bitch this ain't Tekken
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