P.A.N. - GQ

Yeah, yeah

That’s how it’s supposed to be

How the fuck it’s supposed to be

Millions

What’s up you punk ass niggas?

You really think you good?

it ain’t no fuckin way

Like ten o’clock at Craig’s house on Friday

I ain’t come to play

They barely hot, every week I treat em like the month of may

Bout to kill they ass with this one, welcome to your judgement day

Another beat that imma murder, wonder what the judge gon say

Once again they lost for words I wonder what my bruh gon say

Now I’m breaking Swishers down for breaking people promises

Bitches see me do my thang, recruit me like they colleges

When I have some children they gon treat em like Obama kids

I don’t even want that I just know that’s just how I’ma live

Kinda close

Sink your boat I don’t know where your island is

Talking game

Right between the pain and where the drama live

That’s real as fuck

Total opposite of what your patna is

Niggas hate the fact my music getting picked like cotton did

Man this race ain’t even close, all you rappers drop batons

Man I went from dropping dimes to dropping dick in soccer moms

Finger lickin chicken, she thicker than beer batter

Tryna ride with me is like winning on Fear Factor

Some years after struggling, pardon me for the blow up

Like parents getting called from school, show out when I show up

City full of hangar quotes and lunatics that bang the toast

Folk that died still be with me, everyday I hang with ghosts

No respect for wack niggas, them the ones I blame the most

Why he do that boy like that, with every rap I’m Famous Los

They feel me tho

Oakland slang, so that mean my language dope

I be where anacondas, piranhas, and Caymans flow

Pokin out your chest, but you a fraud, you got your heart tucked

If talking shit’s addictive I guess studio’s my Starbucks

That to me’s a blessing, these peasants just have hard luck

Cuz most these artists that y’all try to hype up yea they all suck

It’s been a while

Yea I only hear from you when things is good

And first they wasn’t trippin on me, now i really think they should

I’m blanking out, everything I’m changing how the day reveal

Sincerely, the rapper they can’t fuck with

That’s the way I feel

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