P's
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Getting my Ps, I don't waste time with no beef
Came out the streets, looking like the Middle East
Mandem wear puffers, vape max and tech fleece
But I don't do road, better know I don't run from police
Run to the Ps like meep meep
Cell phone ring like beep beep
Like John Cena can't see me
Ey ey ey ey
You be you, amma be me
Don't test me, get a cheat sheet
Know the boy shine like VVS
You know I'm Shoreham raised, check what my forearms say eyy eyy
Remember them housing days, I had to make a way,
Know how I'm rocking, making them Ps ain't no talking
Ain't into flossing, know that your boy ain't gone stop this
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
I'm making them Ps, them Ps don't never make me
I was selling them chocolates, while the man dem was serving them fiends
I was never ashamed, them sweets taught me how to hustle
Now I make big cheques in the game, no swoosh, better know I don't fumble
Better know I'm on grease
High off of life ain't no trees
Got my head full of that steam
Grinding to see all of my dreams
Making the P's ain't no memes, bobbing and weaving with ease
I do not worship the Ps, I pray to the Lord man I get on my knees
I work hard for my Ps, double shifting while I'm sipping my tea eyy
Never gonna stop always keep it moving
Feel like a master teaching his students
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Getting my Ps, I don't waste time with no beef
Came out the streets, looking like the Middle East
Mandem wear puffers, vape max and tech fleece
But I don't do road, better know I don't run from police
Run to the Ps like meep meep
Cell phone ring like beep beep
Like John Cena can't see me
Ey ey ey ey
You be you, amma be me
Don't test me, get a cheat sheet
Know the boy shine like VVS
You know I'm Shoreham raised, check what my forearms say eyy eyy
Remember them housing days, I had to make a way,
Know how I'm rocking, making them Ps ain't no talking
Ain't into flossing, know that your boy ain't gone stop this
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
I'm making them Ps, them Ps don't never make me
I was selling them chocolates, while the man dem was serving them fiends
I was never ashamed, them sweets taught me how to hustle
Now I make big cheques in the game, no swoosh, better know I don't fumble
Better know I'm on grease
High off of life ain't no trees
Got my head full of that steam
Grinding to see all of my dreams
Making the P's ain't no memes, bobbing and weaving with ease
I do not worship the Ps, I pray to the Lord man I get on my knees
I work hard for my Ps, double shifting while I'm sipping my tea eyy
Never gonna stop always keep it moving
Feel like a master teaching his students
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Getting my Ps, never no time for no sleep
Came out the streets, ballin like I'm in the league
Know they can't hang with us, know they can't bang with us
Look at the squad, check out my score, y'all is some amateurs
Credits
Writer(s): Terence Ofori-panin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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