pg baby (Remix)

Uh, yeah I can tell you ain't about to win I can tell you ain't about to win I can tell you ain't about to win, uh Keep them trucks up on the railing just a little bit longer Landing make you stronger Skin to skin with everything I pondered So we don't take dishonor for that Run all my commas, out the way and it won't be a problem All my brothers climbing, we repellent to the bottom Every second spent to never have another autumn That was back when everyday was solemn Now they falling under me I'm leading every column Meter doing jumping jacks, I'm leaning on the pedal So much steam left on the asphalt, they fiending to say hello Every season Imma blast off and reach that different level Got my head up on a swivel and my hand close to the metal Get the medal Bring it back to Largo, that P.G. baby never settle Easy day to get him silent tryna meddle Veil adjacent to the pot, you bet not touch it 'til it settle And I'm hitting every shot, boy that's them fucking fundamentals Push it with conviction, hit this mission on the code If they said that Veil was missing, that shit fiction on my soul Ain't no permission I envision giving me a simple road I'm gon' take that trek alone I'm gon' get it back in gold Never fitting in that mold My reflection 1 of 1, these niggas sectioned into rows My perception one and done, it's to the next soon as you fold I attest I'm at they neck, I'm right above they collarbone Bitch I cant trip 'bout shit 'cause I've fallen Better feed my kin if you think about calling I can tell you ain't about to win 'cause you stalling I can tell u ain't about to win Bitch I cant trip 'bout shit 'cause I've fallen Better feed my kin if you think about calling I can tell you ain't about to win 'cause you stalling I can tell you ain't about to win Uh, yeah I can tell you ain't about to win I can tell you ain't about to win I can tell you ain't about to win, uh Swim good through my stream of consciousness, so ponder this Wondering what it was like to grow up in my pond I guess Life is just a sandy beach It's sitting on the sands of time So with these mighty hands of mine I'm close to Adam's most Devine Float the mind on banks of memories We had no chimneys It's always hot Frozen cups & quarter juices hit the spot Almost forgot Football in front the crib with no socks And barely no shoes Running back and forth on the block With all the locals Fist fights had us all falling out with each other It's silly cause they my niggas but really they are brothers In turn they all made me tougher but rougher around the edges But most importantly see what's greater over the hedges My name is DC baby I ain't from D.C. baby My dawg from PG, baby And I'm from that Z3 Baby Carol City stand up Dade County stand up You don't wanna drown in this wave Throw your hands up Bitch I cant trip 'bout shit 'cause I've fallen Better feed my kin if you think about calling I can tell you ain't about to win 'cause you stalling I can tell you ain't about to win Bitch I cant trip 'bout shit 'cause I've fallen Better feed my kin if you think about calling I can tell you ain't about to win 'cause you stalling I can tell you ain't about to win Uh, yeah I can tell you ain't about to win, shawty I can tell you ain't about to win I can tell you ain't about to win, shawty I can tell you ain't about to win, shawty I can tell you ain't about to win I can tell you ain't about to win, shawty I can tell you ain't about to win