Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's-
Huh, huh, ayy
I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages
Bro'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'
I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger
You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous
Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her
Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega
Buss a book of girl down with a razor
This water deep, swim or drown, I can't save you, nigga
Every day I thank God that he made me different
Had to pay a lil' extra 'cause they made 'em different
Traction off in the rain, SRT slidin'
12 know they play crazy, I'ma keep drivin'
Serve a nine, turn the music up and keep vibin'
I'm just thumbin' through this paper, had to hustle to get it
I'm on two different type of dranks, this a wonderful feeling
I'm puttin' that pussy on wait 'less it come with a million
But she gon' wait for me 'cause I'm one of the real ones
Right now I'm on a jail call with one of the killers
You know I'm handlin' business beep), rubber bandin' this chicken
Heart racin', boilin' water, got my hand in the skillet
We the reason why them junkies tryna battle addiction
All these pointers in the Rollie like I shattered a crystal
Just got off a plane, bitch in baggage claim with a pistol
Been thinkin' 'bout your brain, I should say your name 'cause I miss you
I talked to what's-her-name the other day, it ain't go how I meant to
Let's just go our separate ways, I ain't got nothin' against you
You can't focus on the game, I might have to bench you
I gotta focus on the game, ballin' what I'm into
Huh, I could still feel Trey with me while I'm ridin'
In jail on my bunk lyin' down while you was dyin'
You wasn't here to see my first couple hundred thousand
I'm up late countin' this shit, I know you lookin' down smilin'
I know you lookin' down wildin' like we winnin' now
Gave my lil' bitch ten like, "Hurry up, bae, in and out"
Roll the window down, I got a six poured
I had to leave that broke shit alone, it was gettin' old
I had to put the foil on the food, it was gettin' cold
I had to hit the road, I'm probably in New York like Jim Jones
Take a yellow bitch and hit the beach, change her skintone
A million on my mind, yeah, my mind got an M on it
I was in that white SRT with the tint on it
Fifty grams of each, ARP and like ten on it
Let me take 'em back, my first zap, I spent a band on it
Niggas know, it come down to that business, I'ma stand on it
I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages
Bro'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'
I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger
You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous
Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her
Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega
Chicken P - People's Favorite Lyrics
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Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's-
Huh, huh, ayy
I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages
Bro'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'
I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger
You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous
Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her
Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega
Buss a book of girl down with a razor
This water deep, swim or drown, I can't save you, nigga
Every day I thank God that he made me different
Had to pay a lil' extra 'cause they made 'em different
Traction off in the rain, SRT slidin'
12 know they play crazy, I'ma keep drivin'
Serve a nine, turn the music up and keep vibin'
I'm just thumbin' through this paper, had to hustle to get it
I'm on two different type of dranks, this a wonderful feeling
I'm puttin' that pussy on wait 'less it come with a million
But she gon' wait for me 'cause I'm one of the real ones
Right now I'm on a jail call with one of the killers
You know I'm handlin' business beep), rubber bandin' this chicken
Heart racin', boilin' water, got my hand in the skillet
We the reason why them junkies tryna battle addiction
All these pointers in the Rollie like I shattered a crystal
Just got off a plane, bitch in baggage claim with a pistol
Been thinkin' 'bout your brain, I should say your name 'cause I miss you
I talked to what's-her-name the other day, it ain't go how I meant to
Let's just go our separate ways, I ain't got nothin' against you
You can't focus on the game, I might have to bench you
I gotta focus on the game, ballin' what I'm into
Huh, I could still feel Trey with me while I'm ridin'
In jail on my bunk lyin' down while you was dyin'
You wasn't here to see my first couple hundred thousand
I'm up late countin' this shit, I know you lookin' down smilin'
I know you lookin' down wildin' like we winnin' now
Gave my lil' bitch ten like, "Hurry up, bae, in and out"
Roll the window down, I got a six poured
I had to leave that broke shit alone, it was gettin' old
I had to put the foil on the food, it was gettin' cold
I had to hit the road, I'm probably in New York like Jim Jones
Take a yellow bitch and hit the beach, change her skintone
A million on my mind, yeah, my mind got an M on it
I was in that white SRT with the tint on it
Fifty grams of each, ARP and like ten on it
Let me take 'em back, my first zap, I spent a band on it
Niggas know, it come down to that business, I'ma stand on it
I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages
Bro'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'
I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger
You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous
Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her
Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's-
Huh, huh, ayy
I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages
Bro'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'
I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger
You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous
Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her
Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega
Buss a book of girl down with a razor
This water deep, swim or drown, I can't save you, nigga
Every day I thank God that he made me different
Had to pay a lil' extra 'cause they made 'em different
Traction off in the rain, SRT slidin'
12 know they play crazy, I'ma keep drivin'
Serve a nine, turn the music up and keep vibin'
I'm just thumbin' through this paper, had to hustle to get it
I'm on two different type of dranks, this a wonderful feeling
I'm puttin' that pussy on wait 'less it come with a million
But she gon' wait for me 'cause I'm one of the real ones
Right now I'm on a jail call with one of the killers
You know I'm handlin' business beep), rubber bandin' this chicken
Heart racin', boilin' water, got my hand in the skillet
We the reason why them junkies tryna battle addiction
All these pointers in the Rollie like I shattered a crystal
Just got off a plane, bitch in baggage claim with a pistol
Been thinkin' 'bout your brain, I should say your name 'cause I miss you
I talked to what's-her-name the other day, it ain't go how I meant to
Let's just go our separate ways, I ain't got nothin' against you
You can't focus on the game, I might have to bench you
I gotta focus on the game, ballin' what I'm into
Huh, I could still feel Trey with me while I'm ridin'
In jail on my bunk lyin' down while you was dyin'
You wasn't here to see my first couple hundred thousand
I'm up late countin' this shit, I know you lookin' down smilin'
I know you lookin' down wildin' like we winnin' now
Gave my lil' bitch ten like, "Hurry up, bae, in and out"
Roll the window down, I got a six poured
I had to leave that broke shit alone, it was gettin' old
I had to put the foil on the food, it was gettin' cold
I had to hit the road, I'm probably in New York like Jim Jones
Take a yellow bitch and hit the beach, change her skintone
A million on my mind, yeah, my mind got an M on it
I was in that white SRT with the tint on it
Fifty grams of each, ARP and like ten on it
Let me take 'em back, my first zap, I spent a band on it
Niggas know, it come down to that business, I'ma stand on it
I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite
I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages
Bro'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin'
I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger
You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous
Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her
Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega
Writer: Rahkeib Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC