Cookie #2 (Undisclosed)
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pouring my soul in the beats, you feel it right
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y'all can't deny
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pouring my soul in the beats, you feel it right
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y'all can't deny
Start anew, erase all of the members from my crew
Except the three that move with me
If I asked you could you rule with me
If I challenge you it's not a duel, you see
Just a friendly competition, three addicts on a mission
Tryna take over the rap game is so stale
Fuck the radio we ain't here for the stations
Whoever felt liberated by a blank page
Writer's block holds a glock to my patience
Had a dream last night that I made it to the top
Had a quick taste of glory then woke up to the clock
Time to hustle, fight the struggle with my mind not my muscle
Violence is a compass to the map of incompetence
Your rap a consequence of a lack of confidence
Masculinity flex, hiding complex insecurities
I'm perplexed by the mundanity, these contests of popularity
What a grotesque society
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pouring my soul in the beats, you feel it right
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y'all can't deny
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pouring my soul in the beats, you feel it right
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y'all can't deny
Notorious as a laureate
You can warn the historians of my glory
Don't need a Delorean to head back to the future
If you rap I can bet you: come at me,
I'll shoot you in the back, gasp, asthma attack
When you hear me on the track
Duplicitous lies, I play both sides of the isle, just like a democrat
Discard the packs and scars and call me two-face
Thats my new name, I spit to renew faith
Candid shot, microphone raised up
What a sight, a delight to wake up
Looking for shit to rap about
My main allies by my side, punching the air
Sound of lullabies and soliloquies rising in the groove lair
Weapons drawn, a notepad and a tiny piece of paper
Both bring piece of mind
One to write rhymes and one to roll another
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill
Cookie #2 y'all
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill
Been pouring my soul in the beats, you feel it right
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y'all can't deny
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pouring my soul in the beats, you feel it right
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y'all can't deny
Start anew, erase all of the members from my crew
Except the three that move with me
If I asked you could you rule with me
If I challenge you it's not a duel, you see
Just a friendly competition, three addicts on a mission
Tryna take over the rap game is so stale
Fuck the radio we ain't here for the stations
Whoever felt liberated by a blank page
Writer's block holds a glock to my patience
Had a dream last night that I made it to the top
Had a quick taste of glory then woke up to the clock
Time to hustle, fight the struggle with my mind not my muscle
Violence is a compass to the map of incompetence
Your rap a consequence of a lack of confidence
Masculinity flex, hiding complex insecurities
I'm perplexed by the mundanity, these contests of popularity
What a grotesque society
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pouring my soul in the beats, you feel it right
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y'all can't deny
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pouring my soul in the beats, you feel it right
Untold truth is you know we keep it tight
Unfold the freestyle, y'all can't deny
Notorious as a laureate
You can warn the historians of my glory
Don't need a Delorean to head back to the future
If you rap I can bet you: come at me,
I'll shoot you in the back, gasp, asthma attack
When you hear me on the track
Duplicitous lies, I play both sides of the isle, just like a democrat
Discard the packs and scars and call me two-face
Thats my new name, I spit to renew faith
Candid shot, microphone raised up
What a sight, a delight to wake up
Looking for shit to rap about
My main allies by my side, punching the air
Sound of lullabies and soliloquies rising in the groove lair
Weapons drawn, a notepad and a tiny piece of paper
Both bring piece of mind
One to write rhymes and one to roll another
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill
Cookie #2 y'all
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill
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Writer(s): Samuel Solaro
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