Ponch'e

We're running out of ammunition general
We need money
That's when I was living in the palace
The money, when do we get the money?
Come on, let them enjoy the movie picture

Greater than where you are Brian
Yeah, Illah days man you know what I mean?
Illah days shit y'all word out Nazareth check me out

Hey y'all, hey y'all and will I drop ill and real maledictions
Erected fitting yo spit a load and they hold submission
Stop the bitchin' the battlefield sound with tension
Spots get Christian pull up with shots make sure ammunition street addiction
Got me Melano died of mission plus my disquisition
Formal plan for position or for intuition first off of our mind I listen
I grind the mission this and I'm over those intentions

Got me locked in prison first form of high school detention
Facts I'm pitching from knowledge gang giant
The wrist not shining glisten leaving out with no time extension
Miriam be pinching two in the cord in the kitchen
I slaughter water recorders Mike fights no mites some lynching
Leaving them seeds off the hook on these

Pre investigation information could blow a whole nation
So what you face in heaven hell situation
My last word is you or you're not gonna die a Ponch'e, Ponch'e
Pre investigation information could blow a whole nation
So what you face in heaven Hell situation
(My last word) Representing hella nigga you know what I mean?
(You're not gonna die a Ponch'e, Ponch'e)
Chilling in the building

Hey y'all, hey y'all, hey y'all, thoughts get caught not the beast of revile
Worth the garden pardon me as I plant no seeds
While my alamo them fast and flashing with the golden globe
Trashing G over roll past you and no nothing couldn't match me
Ashy ass knee says, "Y'all niggas seek to cease
The builder back to the streets black 720 D's"

Where your mindset practice on locks still on freeze
Dripping the cheese on the block trying to snatch cheese
Glocks real like walking rocks inside prison ill
Your uncontrollable grill to get your frame feel get hit
With all types of shit in dark hallways
Who you're mocking my brother? You through from hallways

Hard days we have a braid laughing at Gas Spray
Play the yard and steak-head rockin with dark shapes
Lame niggas featherweight I make their brains levitate
Chris escapades I represent her like a delegate
These are the breaks done no feelings I fell in naked
These are the breaks son no filler high nigga, hey
Right up man HP hella blind

Pre investigation information, could blow a whole nation
So what you face in heaven hell situation
My last word is you or you're not gonna die a Ponch'e, Ponch'e
Pre investigation information could blow a whole nation
So what you face in heaven hell situation
My last word is you or you're not gonna die a Ponch'e, Ponch'e

Back down trying to get their shit right (right up man)
Peace Luke man you know what I mean?
My last word is you or you're not gonna die Ponch'e, Ponch'e, Ponch'e



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Writer(s): Justin Cross, Johnnie Maye
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