Текст песни P's & Q's - Sam Pain

Got still my P's and Q's
Taking back ends to the B.O.A
Put that shit in my business name
Tell my mother that we gon' be okay
Caravan after Caravan
Got a bag for every bump on your face

Make the money, then stack the shit
Got a bag for every time a nigga hate
This a marathon, this shit ain't a race
Still running in second place
Only fucking on bad bitches
My ex-bitches ain't got shit to say
Gave my lil' homie a couple bags
And told him, go get in shape

Once he get his money up, he start coppin
Show him how to shake and bake
Trappin' out a bucket, but always seen the Wraith
Trappin' to help my mother at 13
But always knew I'd make it
Manifested these things
To get this green, can't let a nigga take it

Way further than I was
But I can't get complacent
So nigga, keep on hatin

I know this money come with problems
But we gon' keep on chasing it
I've been traumatized since a young one
That's why I'm overthinking it

I was 11 when I seen a nigga face open on that pavement
To get that message out
Fuck sending a kite, let's send a Raven
Just got a brick of that white Michael Jackson
I'm Billie Jean'n
I got a bitch tryna eat through the DM
And she ain't never seen me

I got some niggas that's tryna drill for me
And ain't never saw me
I treat my operation like Motown
And Nigga I'm Berry Gordy
I got some big homies I surpass
That shit don't be feeling normal
My homie said once junkies start dropping
It's like paranormal

I'm all for tryna stop the violence
But niggas just keep on going
They gotta keep on scoring
Can't get in the way of that shit