Poetic Justice

Yea, it's 52, Paco, yeah
Let me talk my shit on this one, they gone feel me on this one
(Yeah), yeah
It's 52

See it's one thing about me I aint never had shit, ain't no cap what I speak I can back it up
I grew up in the streets around killers and gang members, ain't nobody just acting tough (Bloods, crips)
I was taught it's a marathon, never a race, but this shit here with me bout who fast enough
And the bitches you loving, the ones who we FUCKING on, it don't take but a bag to fuck (It don't take but a bag)

What's the price of being real, it don't cost shit, but that lil shit that you doing just aint adding up
And we keep them sticks on my side, want to play, no controller my nigga lets madden up
That lil nigga he pussy, he can't do the mission unless he done got hisself mad enough
If it's up there with me then its stuck, (It's stuck) imma go straight to the three I ain't passing up (I ain't passing up)

Imma walk in this bitch with my gun out, I pray when I shoot imma hit for' I run out
If it's smoke imma blow til my lungs out, and when his body drop it's gone take the fun out
And the way I be kicking shit, you think I'm booting, no nfl I brought the punt out
How he say he gone do this to me, when that nigga a bitch (That nigga a BITCH) and he don't even come out?

I ain't use to be shit, I'm the one now, these bitches they fucking on me for the clout
And I fuck em and stuff all my dick in they mouth, when I nut bitch I'm kicking you out (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put these hoes in a circle, duck duck goose, and you the one if I'm picking you out
And he say he my dog, but that nigga a rat, what the fuck bitch I figured you out

It'll never be the same when they switch up, so why the fuck would I be pressing the issue?
When I was down on my ass, they was up on their feet, that shit feel like the world is against you
This shit hitting so hard seeing my bro on a tee, cause I know that shit was accidental (Hi C)
And I'm losing my mind once again, man I swear that shit there been fucking up my mental

When I walk in this bitch imma show out, these bullets hit his temple, give em a blowout (It gave em a BLOWOUT)
What the fuck going on in this hoe house, walk in with my dick, you know I got the pole out (The gun out)
My nigga real solid, wont tell on a soul, he won't speak about shit that he know bout
And these niggas be weird, broke, and gay, that's some shit that I dont know bout (Some shit I don't know bout)

Imma walk in this bitch with my gun out, I pray when I shoot imma hit for' I run out
If it's smoke imma blow til my lungs out, and when his body drop its gone take the fun out (It's gone take the fun out)
And the way I be kicking shit, you think I'm booting, no nfl I brought the punt out (Bitch I brought the punt out)
How he say he gone do this to me, when that nigga a bitch and he dont even come out? (That nigga a lame)
I ain't use to be shit, I'm the one now, these bitches they fucking on me for the clout
And I fuck em and stuff all my dick in they mouth, when I nut bitch I'm kicking you out
Put these hoes in a circle, duck duck goose, and you the one if I'm picking you out (If I'm picking you out)
And he say he my dog, but that nigga a rat, what the fuck bitch I figured you out
Bitch I figured you out
Bitch I figured you out
Yeah, man I figured these niggas out
Yeah, had to talk my shit
This it right here
Yeah that's it