PASTƎL - Pedigree Lyrics

Yeah aye
Five minutes
I'll be in and out there won't be nun in it
Twelve gauge sittin in my lap cause that's my side bitch
Oh my lord
If I ever mention that I'm going off
Don't correct me let me learn my lesson and keep goin off
Truth be told
I had 20 thousand in my undie draws
Opps came and took it I returned with bullets rainin on
Erybody Hit the floor
Ery body hit the floor
Got this bitch on fire cause the heater all up in my draws
I got the devil in the details so here's what it was
I pulled up in a 04' honda the grams in the trunk
And as soon as they said to stop I didn't plan to give up
Miami ventures by myself got offered grams in the cut
Gripping my pokey that I slipped on my belt
Needed some shut eye
Was tiresome with folks that I dealt with
I developed all abilities and now they cant help me
Was a boy but now a man forgettin women I slept with
It's funny cause you see the singles out that I started
4 years ago when rappin wasn't all but a common
Man's game
And was makin stupid people the smartest
And if you stupid on the beat well then I guess I'm retarded I'm goin harder
Since my mixtape ain't get no attention
I could get it start from scratch pen and paper unfinished
I gotta mention all my homies out in VA
Put em' on A PJ
Let em' get to work cause when they land there ain't no delay
I'm on now
Put a thick bitch up in my songs now
Commissary payments to my name when I put on now
I'm locked up
I'm inside the clink
I get it on when the conjugation time is finally settled I get off uh
Look alive
I'm huntin them quick
Poppin ya'll in drive bys
Drop the guns and put hands up
Let's get the static out
To save after spendin my hours on flippin pages
You talk ya shit
Go ahead you only playing games son
I'm father to the league
You a father to the fleas
This a marathon and clearly I'm immune to the fatigue
F*ck I gotta say to keep you at bay
I'm boutta pay someone to pop you
Let ya mama know I checked you off the list
I don't make hits for no fellas or chicks
But I'll commit to some long term annihilation U.S. army shit
If you saw me on the road it's cause I travel for the chips
Last time I checked you on the gram braggin bout the licks
I got legitimate money
That's me speakin on the record
School these muf*ckas quick we boutta finish the semester off
Grabbin my balls
Walkin through hallways
Standin off
With two hands up
And a crowd of people you ran across

Ha
I'm fuelin up
Ya tank on empty
And ain't no gas been comin outta that hand of yours
Sailin off the east coast hittin yall like a cannonball
Its hard to let up off the pedal
Push up on the gas Some more
I been havin my withdrawls lately
Now I'm itchin back the to mic like the game is coke and I'm crackin off
Back up off my nuts boy fore I gotta come crack ya jaw
You thought you was safe from this
Here I am with gats and all
I'm alive
Moments that there sum inside me
That creepin up to take me out
Feel like a parasite
Livin offa my existence
I'm itchin
To grip a trigger and let off a clip
But the inner me is still resistant
I know there's times people come and go in life
It's when they go after revealing what I undermined from em'
Live above the lines scribbled
On a rugged sidewalk
And I'm dependent on their cards like discover
I know I gotta
Keep on trying
Cause the times
I give up and run it out
I get hesitant to split a bag wit my folks
And I know why they lie to me
I'm above the law homie
If you playin with my name then I'mma run you off
Bitch you better step it off