| P-O, nothing more to it
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| I’m gully, what, I’ve really been through it
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| From the stoupe to the coup and anything in between
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| I carry a sleet through me, niggas live out they dreams
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| Throw the ones in the sky or up in the bing
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| I do it for them, when I’m crackin' them rims
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| See me doing solo, silver pot holes
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| Bustin' off Roscoe’s, like fuck it, I’ll buy a new set tomorrow
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| I’m the horror, the system belt
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| Suck liquor, out my mom’s tits, instead of milk
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| I’m society’s filth, shit, I feel no guilt
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| Well fear couldn’t feed Po, what the fuck, I need mo'
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| Mo', mo', catch me posted up on one Pivot
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| By the looks of my arm and palm, it’s been a blizzard
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| Bitches wanna know, who that nigga Po
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| When you think of me, just think of snow
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| Call white, hard white, masterpiece, all white
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| It’s alright, I could take you out tonight
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| And put you in some things
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| Have you lookin' like something, diamonds, buttons
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| It’s the predicate felon, millionaire dollar rederick
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| Tellin', spittin' thesis, for my connections
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| Leave a nigga speechless, can’t talk with a gun in your throat
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| Yeah, I’m loc’d, been around too much dope
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| All my life, brain ain’t never been right
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| Don’t hear shit, I air shit, niggas lose sight
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| It’s bigger than mics, come fuck with the kid
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| O.G.'s look at me, like that’s how I live
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| Niggas look from the sky, like, yeah I stay live
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| Resurrected through the necklace or the gold coated six
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| Gangsta never die, as long as I’m alive
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| And when I go, it’s gon' be another Po
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| For all my niggas who ain’t here with me
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| You still here with me, everything that I do
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| When you see that watch blue, it’s for you
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| When you see that coupe with no roof, it’s for you
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| For all my niggas who ain’t here with me
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| You still here with me, everything that I do
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| Kid that I fried around the way, was for for you
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| Connect that I tied the other day, was for you
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| Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and, yellow rocks
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| It’s the number one gunner, pop pa-pop pop
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| Hard top, windows black, that’s the way, how gangsta mack
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| Comin' through bumpin' Thriller, like I’m really a killa
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| Who you know fuckin' with me, them niggas is bitter
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| No, I hit you when it’s burnin' or numb
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| Who you, screw you, just for burnin' ya gums, get it right
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| I’m him, ya’ll just rhyming
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| Noise over beats, ya’ll niggas hymen
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| My other shit is real, I’m buyin' jet fuel
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| Them cuts on my shit, is Princess Blue
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| You fuck with the kid, you get princessed too
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| What, ya boyfriend a rapper? |
| This between me and you
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| And that’s just how my niggas would want it, America’s most wanted
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| State ya name, P.O., niggas know
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| For all my niggas who ain’t here with me
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| You still here with me, everything that I do
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| Bitch I hit with the long dick, it’s for you
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| Bong bong, paid time just for you
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| For all my niggas who ain’t here with me
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| You still here with me, walk with me, talk with me
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| Let that sawed off shit, bark off with me
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| What’s up with my niggas, I’m with my niggas |