Letra

Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs Getting my Ps, I don't waste time with no beef Came out the streets, looking like the Middle East Mandem wear puffers, vape max and tech fleece But I don't do road, better know I don't run from police Run to the Ps like meep meep Cell phone ring like beep beep Like John Cena can't see me Ey ey ey ey You be you, amma be me Don't test me, get a cheat sheet Know the boy shine like VVS You know I'm Shoreham raised, check what my forearms say eyy eyy Remember them housing days, I had to make a way, Know how I'm rocking, making them Ps ain't no talking Ain't into flossing, know that your boy ain't gone stop this Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs I'm making them Ps, them Ps don't never make me I was selling them chocolates, while the man dem was serving them fiends I was never ashamed, them sweets taught me how to hustle Now I make big cheques in the game, no swoosh, better know I don't fumble Better know I'm on grease High off of life ain't no trees Got my head full of that steam Grinding to see all of my dreams Making the P's ain't no memes, bobbing and weaving with ease I do not worship the Ps, I pray to the Lord man I get on my knees I work hard for my Ps, double shifting while I'm sipping my tea eyy Never gonna stop always keep it moving Feel like a master teaching his students Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Writer(s): Terence Ofori-panin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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