relentless - king p lyrics
[intro]
you are now entering a vibe
yeah
uh
yeah, look
[verse]
five in the morning and i’m still up recording
way i’m the road, man, i’m d*mn near touring
ny to md then md to back
d line flow, i been chasing that sack
old girl crazy, keep on blowing my line
new girl say she need a lil’ more time
wonder if she know that my life in this grind
doubt it’s gon’ work if she pressing that line
shooters gon’ blow if i tell em’ boys slide
they gon’ wet you up and leave you holy like you baptized
met you once it’s doesn’t mean you know me, n*gga don’t lie
give a f*ck if n*ggas hating on me, still i’m gon’ grind
baby i just did a hundred miles riding through a 50
driving in a hooptie, but i plotting on a bentley
get a lil’ wild when i’m sipping on the henny
i be with the sh*t, pray a n*gga don’t tempt me
really going in until i make it out, right now
brodie trapping out the vacant house, all pounds
we ain’t looking for a safer route or lifestyle
told em’ “this the sh*t that we about”, so pipe down
baby i don’t just talk it, i live it
time cost money it’s a fee for me to kick it
i could give a f*ck about the n*ggas in the senate
they don’t give a f*ck about my n*ggas in the trenches
they don’t give a f*ck about these black kids dying
why it ain’t no such thing as white on white crime
like we the only race that be k!lling our kind
i be wondering if n*ggas even pay this sh*t mind
i be wondering if n*ggas my age even care
less it’s bout the money or the b*tches or the pair
f*ck it, if they want it, i can give it, i’m prepared
i can tell you stories ’bout the money in the air
i can tell you stories ’bout your girl throwing ass
told me “you a busta”, but for me, she make it clap
n*ggas turning forty, still selling dime bags
how your stupid ass get trapped in your trap
told em i ain’t never been sheep, i’m the goat
crown on my head ’cause a n*gga cutthroat
n*ggas burn the bridge then ask you to send a boat
b*tch, you better learn how to swim or to float
b*tch, you better learn what it is, what it ain’t
i don’t give a f*ck who you with, what you claim
i don’t give a f*ck bout the gang that you bang
b*tch, i’m third world till they put me in the grave
3rd 3rd 3rd, ’til they put me in the ground
f*ck getting next, all my n*ggas want now
made a little noise, now they copy my sound
n*gga flow dirty like the mud in h town
[chorus]
y’all talk it, i live it
i shoot with the ball, scott pippin
only cooking dope in my kitchen
get these n*ggas hooked when i whip it
i be bending blocks when i’m whippin’
2 am, i’m out with my n*ggas
nothing changed, my mind on my figures
for the fallen, pouring out liquor, n*gga
y’all talk it, i live it
i shoot with the ball, scott pippin
only cooking dope in my kitchen
get these n*ggas hooked when i whip it
i be bending blocks when i’m whippin’
2 am, i’m out with my n*ggas
nothing changed, my mind on my figures
for the fallen, pouring out liquor, yeah
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