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jake baxter - pmp lyrics

here’s a little story from a homie in the scruburbs
glorified as warriors makin it through the suffer
picking up these bricks n then flippinem with each other
only way we caught is if one of us undercover

he was picking up o at the basketball court
never taking shots
at opps cause that dont settle the score
i was only selling gs and then they begging for more
time to get up off my knees i’m hearing knocks at the door
it’s saying homie i’m your future
i’m the drugs money and wh0r-s
i’m the mansion you expanded
and branded wit marble floors
i’m the payment u demanded when saying till you were sore
i’m the family that you ruined when stopping the metaphors
moving forward
my future for l will open up
better doors
sweaters worn in the winter at night cause i ain’t warm
no heat sh-ts beat watchu leave me here for
just take me back to the future
so i can be with my gold
where my diemonds freeze cause me
i’m used to the cold
i got the house filled up with snow yah bro i been there before
i buildin it up n shovel out yayo thats just the way that it go
makin money for the fam my backpack be the corner store
n now
bouncin down the street i think i’m drippin my swagger
poundin on the concrete a p-ssy boy issa coward
b-tch im pouncin on the green i been out here for an hour
we do it pmp
ya the p-ssy money and power i’m talking

the government they want our house
where’s all the payments now
i guess if all that happens i should thank my dad for bailing out
had a brotha but he was out at 13
the girl she took him out and then she turned him to a dope fiend
my momma od when me wasn’t even 13
i had to go out on my own and start living with daddy
and his ma on first street
4 months later back home
mother met this homie justin he would be our back bone
a straight g a savage bruh
style thats immaculate
threw some jays into my way just so i could start stackin up
lowki doe wit my homies b-tches dancing dosey doe
selling drow out of my home it’s perfect cause they’d never know

bouncin down the street i think i’m drippin my swagger
poundin on the concrete a p-ssy boy issa coward
b-tch im pouncin on the green i been out here for an hour
we do it pmp
ya the p-ssy money and power i’m talking

and that could never happen
we run a faction
n not to mention guns and other stuff up in the cabinets
you could never match it
my family up in the action
p-ssing gats and packin sacks
cause the government hate our bracket
i’m really f-cking blasted these rappers dont match my p-ssion
n they be talkin fake sh-t my patience is really lackin
cause they dont know about the cops and when they come blastin
they dont know about the opps that are snitching to guard there backend
and i be f-cking p-ssed cause i lived it and iont have it
i ain’t got nothin so when i want it i go grab it
and here goes a message for all the rappers that are static
jacob baxters movin in so i recommend you start f-cking packin
bouncin down the street i think i’m drippin my swagger
poundin on the concrete a p-ssy boy issa coward
b-tch bouncin on the green i been out here for an hour
we do it pmp
ya the p-ssy money and power i’m talking
here’s a little story from a homie in the scruburbs
glorified as warriors makin it through the suffer
picking up these bricks n then flippinem with each other
only way we caught is if one of us undercover

- jake baxter lyrics

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