I Spit This For Premo
What you say? It's the Queens what?
Oh wait wait
The Queens Automatic Problematic Problem Child
Making my benchmark
And everybody who follows exactly where the bench starts
Can't have my brothers watching me slipping
Can't be Bret Hart
You ain't always that nigga in New York, just ask Brett Favre
So keep that shit down in Green Bay
I been working on the low for these days
Value too complex to the world
Working for cheap pay
Sell shit on eBay and won't see my deposit up to three days
Why the fuck they tell me take it easy?
Believe me
I keep Sway up in replay
If only God allowed you to keep certain days in freeze-frame
Maybe I could see Faye
Limitations fucking up
Roach burning my fingertips, fuck it
Gotta tough it up
Tryna stretch a dime already rough enough
Plotting on the re-up, hesitate for a couple just like its double dutch
I know I really shouldn't fuck this up
And I shouldn't gamble with life
But with these dice, I'ma toss em up
If they see my cypher and bump it that means I'm clutch enough
60 in a 24 jersey, Worthy
Not James, man that's backwards
Actors worry
Stop spreading that fake ass movement, got em worried
Said they need a savior told me hurry
Been here for a solid 9
Substitute a college grind
Can't recall a prom experience but fuck it
I guess it's hard to cry
When you know what the stars aligned
So I guess that it's all design
Oh wait wait
The Queens Automatic Problematic Problem Child
Making my benchmark
And everybody who follows exactly where the bench starts
Can't have my brothers watching me slipping
Can't be Bret Hart
You ain't always that nigga in New York, just ask Brett Favre
So keep that shit down in Green Bay
I been working on the low for these days
Value too complex to the world
Working for cheap pay
Sell shit on eBay and won't see my deposit up to three days
Why the fuck they tell me take it easy?
Believe me
I keep Sway up in replay
If only God allowed you to keep certain days in freeze-frame
Maybe I could see Faye
Limitations fucking up
Roach burning my fingertips, fuck it
Gotta tough it up
Tryna stretch a dime already rough enough
Plotting on the re-up, hesitate for a couple just like its double dutch
I know I really shouldn't fuck this up
And I shouldn't gamble with life
But with these dice, I'ma toss em up
If they see my cypher and bump it that means I'm clutch enough
60 in a 24 jersey, Worthy
Not James, man that's backwards
Actors worry
Stop spreading that fake ass movement, got em worried
Said they need a savior told me hurry
Been here for a solid 9
Substitute a college grind
Can't recall a prom experience but fuck it
I guess it's hard to cry
When you know what the stars aligned
So I guess that it's all design
Credits
Writer(s): John Pritchett
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