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p. blackk - 2mph lyrics

[verse p. blackk]
this is dedicated to my n-ggas and my n-gga’rettes
all my nonbelievers and my haters, do you feel me yet?
respect it, or reject it return it but say you kept it
i take that to the heart, because i got my heart invested
p. blackk, no question, trying to gain credentials off instrumentals
and raise your mentals’, because i meant to
i only cl!ck-clack mechanical pencils
dig…that, point five, to be exact
who believed that little n-gga putting his city on the map
from the ‘c’, ‘o’, and i be so on-time [and on the grind?] for my people
n-ggas from the [front-lines?], to the streets…
know there’s from the [grind?] and feeble… minds
i be grinding everyday, and i know timing’s everything
i got a lot up on my mind but i know i got to wait
for my time when it comes, i’m going to rhyme on everything
until i’m out of rhymes, n-ggas out of sight and out of mind
well, i’m out my mind… and a n-gga down for anything
except for settling, you know the rest

[hook]
riding and rolling, rolling and riding
homie, drive slow so they can see that brother driving
driving (driving), driving (driving), driving (driving)
[x2]

[verse 2]
it’s like every dude on the come-up trying to get them props
this sh-t is life so i don’t grind, i just live a lot
mad flows running through my brain, kush in my veins
in my lane, never change like a n-gga homeless i notice
[novice [rappers] is [chickens] thats boneless?]
osmosis jones sh-t, i’m in this like a phone booth
so true, spit [soul food?]
[that make my soul ooze, on the track
like they’re is a leak in it, but it’s whole proof
cold dude, when i write tight it’s fat???]
i’m trying to break bread like white light refract
nice with raps, uh the whole cypher go so liver
when i go fire off the dome i’m ghost-rider
got a [dump a magazine at a magazine for a write up
nowadays remember when i first pick that mike up
so amazed, so much love in my heart
but the world keep it contained
cause it’s rough and it’s tough
[but i remain just riding???]]

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
i’ve got dreams of pushing a cream porsche
lexus, [timb-sportin’?]
h-i-l-f
but f-ck it my name’s worth a framed portrait
of the mona lisa
n-gga consider me with dreams that’s going to be too much to grasp
so work i put in too much for cl-ss
n-gga f-ck it, money got a n-gga rugged trying not to [skip the hustle??]
living on a f-cking budget, got me so disgusted
but i be back though, pulling up in the black ac’ though
dreams of a n-gga flourishing mad dough, sporing mad [lough?]
who hopping out of that casino with cash-flow ??
i’m trying to get back to a cast, tired of being broke
hoping that chasing all this cash don’t make a n-gga go before i’m ‘sposed to
i told n-ggas, don’t compare me to you old n-ggas
unless you talking about an old n-gga with gold n-gga
[for rolling?]

[hook x2]

- p blackk lyrics

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