Текст песни Amazin Grace - P.A. On The Track

Yeah P.A. said kill 'em dead
He must be color blind cause all I see is red
ItsOnly one neWay read the signs ahead
We the past and future like Bill and Ted
Them boys dirty yeah they from the south
Got them hoes gossiping more than word of mouth
Haters can't stand me so it's a packed house
Seats full what I spit I infect I need my teeth pulled
First part done they ready for the sequel
I beat all the odds so how the hell we equal
Niggas jocking my style tryna steal my moves
After all the blood I shed they still can't find the tools
Playing hide and seek with a freak in the sheets
Breadwinner she give me knowledge like S.A.T
She swallow my sesames already got mini mes
Running the streets mimicking me

Aye, Fuck is we doin here?
This some shit you gon remember like some souvenirs
Ugh, I put two in the air
Don't even worry about it, this some food for your ears

Aye, Fuck is we doin here?
This some shit you gon remember like some souvenirs
Ugh, I put two two in the air
Don't even worry about it, this some food for your ears

Eat a dick, that's how I feel nigga
I'm tired of hearing stories bout these real niggas
That's not a punch, that's some real nigga
Negé, they driving foreigns and they poppin triggers
But we done heard it all
Out the mud, they made the call
They heard the bol
Bottle more fire than a molotov
I light a L and fire off
Shape shifting out the raw
Ye' tucked inside the gums
Sounding like wired jaw
Word from a prophet, I grace the streets with it
We have nothing in common nigga
I breathe different
Getting head, counting bread dawg I'm multitasking
Precision on point, bullets'll swerve through traffic
Look
My slow flows be remarkable
I tell you my story just like an audible
Amazingly, I bless the block when I'm walking through
I'm not a rap nigga, I'm just dropping jewels