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PRhyme (Instrumental)

Gather around, gather around

Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit

Police sirens behind him while he's driving

Instantly causes butterflies in his stomach even though he's legitNow brothers and sisters, they have not stopped

It's about to hit the fan, what is it?

Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thickJust another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic

I still write like it's my son was born knight

I'm tired of swinging on these niggas

Man, these niggas can't even fight

I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes

Marshall said that I'd be a problem if I get my shit right

That if it's probably the biggest if I ever live by

Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by

I need it to be inebriated to prevent me from getting shy

That's better than getting shot, that's a much healthier ending

I'm running this race all by myself

My competition is in the selfie olympics

Coming back with a vengeance in LV vintage

Anybody got a problem with me winning his shit shall be offendedPrhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime

The crown is on, that's how you determine a don

Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime

I ain't never falling offThen the car pulls up on the side of me

An attractive women is in it eyeing me trying to get my attention

But I just play the victim like "what do you want from me?"

Then I pull off like ERR

My nigga, my nigga, my nigga

You don't know what it feels like to be tired of fucking these hoes

It's just hard to stay alive these days

I can't end up on no more collages on bitches' IG pages

They see these cars then they want to be reality TV stars

Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic

I still write like it's my son was born knight

I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't right

Can't even kiss them in their mouths

Too many dicks been in their diet

Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins call you vet

You start to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step

They come in the league like A.I

With that their look and that crossover

Moving that make their old shit seem useless

But I'm balling

I can afford to hire somebody

That tried to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding

Seem like the feds be like "fuck honesty"

My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down

Then signed to the Duck DynastyPrhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime

The crown is on, that's how you determine a don

Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime

I ain't never falling offMake your money, my nigga, get your money

But don't make the shit make you, now deal with that

I lost a whole bunch of money chasing bitches

But I never lost no bitches chasing money, how real is that?

Only time a woman made a man a millionaire

Was when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is that?

My nigga, get you a fly chick and a drop top

And when she piss you off, do me a favor

Hop in that bitch and peel it back

I already got one

All these bitches be doing is playing musical chairs

With different rappers' front seats without calling shotgun

Face it, you're a ho, as God as my witness

That paper's my litmus I take it then I dip with it

Then I wait for the result

And the verdict is in

Now that I'm sober niggas is saying it's over

Couple of niggas had to off 'em

Couple of bitches mad cause I'm off 'em

Either that or they think that my life is so good my nights be sunny

Oh, he's only been so quiet

Cause he been spending that "Lighters" money

Man, these people spend too much time predicting

Was on your mind up until the time you're non-existent

In the midst of all my success and my failures

I'm just out here struggling

Guess that's what happens in rapping

When you're in your motherfucking prime, prime

Songwriters

ADRIAN YOUNGE, CHRISTOPHER MARTIN, RYAN MONTGOMERYPublished by

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