Prince Of Nowhere

(Say breezy)

(Brian produced this bitch and you know I ate this hoe)

Money flow that paper route
We done took the dangerous route
Feel like HOV up in my city
'Cause that Kane flow what I'm sellin' now
Call me slim 'cause it get shady
We gone bring all them soldiers out
With my top down bring the glock out with the paint
Guess what we spraying out
We on go we hop on feet
Nigga know that's me
With that candy flow on beats
Nigga know y'all sweet
Why them pussies up in beef
Bitch catch defeat
And If y'all thinking' that y'all winnin'
We up the score we up by three

Oh, that's on baby that's on baby
We gas 'em up we call 'em Casey's
All them niggas throwin' shots
We get you wrapped up like a baby
Actin' lately swear it's shady
They might kill me up and take me
Go to sleep what's in my bed
It be that glock 'cause it save me
"Better what your homie"
What they said when I was little
Ridin' by my doloey pick no sides
I'm in the middle
Ballin' hard like kobe
Pick the ball up with no dribble
Nigga ain't my woahdie
And he sweat just like them skittles
Put that H up in the hood
Like I'm High-Bridge got a hood
Niggas talkin' like we good
Who the fuck said we was good
Catch a tiger wish he would
If he try me then I would
I can drop him man I should
I just won't they said I should
No Master P like Soulja slim
All I see murder pop at him
Feel like Tupac you gone try
Bet I'm gon' shoot above the rim
We give 'em fades we knock his temple
Then I smile and leave a grim
Yeah, I heard that Trae been singing
Went to church I sing like him

Money flow that paper route
We done took the dangerous route
Feel like HOV up in my city
'Cause that Kane flow what I'm sellin' now
Call me slim 'cause it get shady
We gone bring all them soldiers out
With my top down bring the glock out with the paint
Guess what we spraying out
We on go we hop on feet
Nigga know that's me
With that candy flow on beats
Nigga know y'all sweet
Why them pussies up in beef
Bitch catch defeat
And If y'all thinking' that y'all winnin'
We up the score we up by three

Oh, that's on baby that's on baby
We gas 'em up we call 'em Casey's
All them niggas throwin' shots
We get you wrapped up like a baby
Actin' lately swear it's shady
They might kill me up and take me
Go to sleep what's in my bed
It be that glock 'cause it save me
Money flow that paper route
We done took the dangerous route
Feel like HOV up in my city
'Cause that Kane flow what I'm sellin' now
Call me slim 'cause it get shady
We gone bring all them soldiers out
With my top down bring the glock out with the paint
Guess what we spraying out



Credits
Writer(s): Heritier George
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