R. Pryor

You see them niggas
Nah you see them niggas

Ain't got no reason to lie to this bitch I'm feeling her
Her friend bad and it's probably cause she some kin to her
Ain't got no reason to drive the shit with the ceiling up
Tis the season for wilding and getting numbers up

No discretion on the mileage when I fill it up
I promise you can smell the volume when I lit it up
I'm probably bout to drop an album I don't give a fuck
Promise to keep that bitch a thousand when I get them bucks
Holy hand game I'm comfortable without my niggas
Hoes will set you up so I don't come round them without my hitter
I'd rather be somewhere free styling than up in the club
Or with a bitch off in the mountains where the crib is plush
I keep one eye on that booty when she move sexually
Then keep another eye on my shooter cause he right next to me
You never know what he'll do it's just in his recipe
To leave you niggas under some tulips for coming extra deep
When they kick a door is you just gone cooperate
Or you gone die for a little it took a lot to make
I know my team and who I got in my corner so if they honor break
You ain't gone see me with no Jordan face

Ain't got no reason to lie to this bitch I'm feeling her
Ain't got no reason to drive the whip with the ceiling up
Her friend bad and it's probably cause she some kin to her
Tis the season for wilding and gettin

I don't walk with no rats nigga
I don't fuck with these rap niggas
All my niggas like cap peelers couple math teachers and a crack dealer
Hell yeah he know crack kill us
But they know we just black niggas
Alternative fact spitter
Pack a bong roll a back nigga
All I can do is rap nigga
Car brand new and black nigga
I don't know what it's called though
I just know it go fast nigga
4K's in the back nigga
Flat screens no straps nigga
Keep that shit attached nigga
Speak on the fact keep going back keep blowing niggas back with it
Cops blowing niggas backwards
Don't confuse me with rappers and don't confuse it with rap words
Just let me get racks first
Put my bitch back in black furs
Ya'll fuck with them rappers
Or do ya'll fuck with them actors
So pull your camera out and shoot it it's a real life movie
Throw your money down prove it if you never going through it
Pull your burner out shoot it if you real nigga do it
Is you trill or is you fitting to let your lil niggas do it huh

Ain't got no reason to lie to this bitch I'm feeling her
Ain't got no reason to drive the whip with the ceiling up
Her friend bad and it's probably cause she some kin to her
Tis the season for wilding and gettin wait

I got bros that really know the sound of missiles in the sky
Kill you if you lie even act like they miss you if you die
Leave you living for a reason never miss you if he try
Ain't my choice of niggas but my only mission to survive
Hit the Richard Pryor if you lit
I know I'm fire
Being victimized is the shit well we glorify it
Mama told me I'd be fighting this when I was four or five
Manny told me they'd act like a bitch when I got fortified
Kept a sober mind
Too much smoke can cause a fortress fire
And I keep war in mind anytime I record a line
They ain't got enough new audibles for you to score this time
I run the score up get slapped with a fine and I'll get more this time
Lunch table legend baby who gone kick it off bitch
Leaking the flow out the faucet
Beating a foe till he forfeit
This that knock that knock like peek at your door and them niggas is deep at your door
Like I knocked boots with a needy knock kneed nympho but now we ain't speaking no more

Ain't got no reason to lie to this bitch I'm feeling her
Ain't got no reason to drive the whip with the ceiling up
Her friend bad and it's probably cause she some kin to her
Tis the season for wilding and getting numbers up