P.Y.F
Yeah
PYF Shit
Long live Tez
Long live Keante
Free the guys
Free 19
Free Pablo
Free Lil E
Uhh
Big Steppa
Hardly flexing I don't flex enough
Talking to this money
My bitch told me I don't text enough
Don't know why they mad at us
Tryna see what's up with us
Step to me wrong
Gone be forced to get your steppas up
Big dawg ironically the youngest out the crew
He like 5'6 but his record average 6-2
Said that nigga threatened who?
Get y'all church clothes ready
Tried to back door a nigga but it was closed already
They folded already
You know I'm used to poppin my shit
Bro got like 10 felonies still riding with shit
And we ain't hiding from shit
We know this life is a bitch
She gone send her best shooters
Know we sliding on shit
Uhh
Pain I really felt it
Family members really left quick
Tried to show him the right way
Know that shit went left quick
Niggas dying every week
Had to deal with death quick
So we plain Jane the pain away
Only the left wrist
I felt this in my soul
Bro just went Fed
Trusting niggas who prolly told
Told him stay up out the way
But he was in his zone
Praying the evidence don't stick and they send him home
I played this through the phone
Court dates after court dates
Mama had to work late
Pops play with his nose
Don't even member my birthdate
Scenario so crazy keep a nigga in a rat race
Switch up how I move
Got me walking with my back straight
On God
I just had to talk to em
I just had to talk to the streets
I done said long live the guys so much
Don't how long Ima live
19 caught a fed case
He vacating a couple years
Swear I could've shed tears
Rather get me some M's
Put my heart on ice
Cause who gone take away this pain and chills
I was on a air mattress
Couple months I ran it up
No complaints
I done slept on floors I ain't give a fuck
Changing oil everyday
Was tryna get my hustle up
Making plays during my lunch break
I had to buckle up
Now I'm waking up to hoes a year ago wouldn't fuck with us
Who the fuck I'm kidding
It's PYF not the runner ups
Really like the ones next
Every verse I walk the best
Conscience playing tricks on me
She love me or she love this check
Had to tell my dawg be patient it gets greater
Can't save everybody
Tell them folks you'll see em later
No matter where it go
I'm bossin up having my way with it
Finally on some legal shit
It's safe to say
I'm safe with it
Don't play with him
PYF Shit
Long live Tez
Long live Keante
Free the guys
Free 19
Free Pablo
Free Lil E
Uhh
Big Steppa
Hardly flexing I don't flex enough
Talking to this money
My bitch told me I don't text enough
Don't know why they mad at us
Tryna see what's up with us
Step to me wrong
Gone be forced to get your steppas up
Big dawg ironically the youngest out the crew
He like 5'6 but his record average 6-2
Said that nigga threatened who?
Get y'all church clothes ready
Tried to back door a nigga but it was closed already
They folded already
You know I'm used to poppin my shit
Bro got like 10 felonies still riding with shit
And we ain't hiding from shit
We know this life is a bitch
She gone send her best shooters
Know we sliding on shit
Uhh
Pain I really felt it
Family members really left quick
Tried to show him the right way
Know that shit went left quick
Niggas dying every week
Had to deal with death quick
So we plain Jane the pain away
Only the left wrist
I felt this in my soul
Bro just went Fed
Trusting niggas who prolly told
Told him stay up out the way
But he was in his zone
Praying the evidence don't stick and they send him home
I played this through the phone
Court dates after court dates
Mama had to work late
Pops play with his nose
Don't even member my birthdate
Scenario so crazy keep a nigga in a rat race
Switch up how I move
Got me walking with my back straight
On God
I just had to talk to em
I just had to talk to the streets
I done said long live the guys so much
Don't how long Ima live
19 caught a fed case
He vacating a couple years
Swear I could've shed tears
Rather get me some M's
Put my heart on ice
Cause who gone take away this pain and chills
I was on a air mattress
Couple months I ran it up
No complaints
I done slept on floors I ain't give a fuck
Changing oil everyday
Was tryna get my hustle up
Making plays during my lunch break
I had to buckle up
Now I'm waking up to hoes a year ago wouldn't fuck with us
Who the fuck I'm kidding
It's PYF not the runner ups
Really like the ones next
Every verse I walk the best
Conscience playing tricks on me
She love me or she love this check
Had to tell my dawg be patient it gets greater
Can't save everybody
Tell them folks you'll see em later
No matter where it go
I'm bossin up having my way with it
Finally on some legal shit
It's safe to say
I'm safe with it
Don't play with him
Credits
Writer(s): Jamir Mastin
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