Adrian Younge - PRhyme lyrics

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Gather around, gather around Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit Police sirens behind him while he's driving Instantly causes bu*terflies in his stomach even though he's legit [Turntablism (Samples)] Now brothers and sisters, they have not stopped It's about to hit the fan - what is this? sh**'s getting deep in here, I mean like thick [Verse 1] Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic I still write, like it's my son was born knight I'm tired of swinging on these n***as, man, these n***as can't even fight I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes (Uh) Marshall said that I'd be a problem, if I get my sh** right That if, is probably the biggest if I ever live by Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by I needed to be inebriated, to prevent me from getting shy That's better than getting shot, that's a much more healthier ending I'm running this race all by myself, my competition is in the "Selfie Olympic"s Coming back with a vengeance, in LV of vintage Anybody got a problem with me winning this sh**, shall be offended [Hook] PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime The crown is on, that's how you determine a don PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime I ain't never falling off [Verse 2] Then the car pulls up on the side of me An attractive woman is in it eyeing me trying to get my attention But I just play the victim like "what do you want from me?" Then I pull off like ERR,my n***a, my n***a, my n***a..... You don't know what it feels like to be tired of f**ing these hoes It's just hard to stay alive these days I can't end up on no more collages on b**hes' IG pages They see these cars then they want to be reality TV stars Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic I still write like it's my son was born knight I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, these b**hes just ain't right Can't even kiss them in their mouths Too many dicks been in their diet Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins call you vet You start to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step They come in the league like A.I With that they new look and that crossover Move, and they make that old sh** seem useless But I'm balling, I can afford to hire somebody To try to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding Seem like they fans be like "f** honesty" My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down Theirs signed to the Duck Dynasty [Hook] PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime The crown is on, that's how you determine a don PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime I ain't never falling off [Verse 3] Make your money, my n***a, get your money But don't let the sh** make you, now deal with that I lost a whole bunch of money, chasing b**hes But I never lost no b**hes chasing money, how real is that? Only time, a woman made a man a millionaire Was when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is that? My n***a, get you a fly chick and a drop top And when she piss you off, do me a favor Hop in that b**h and peel it back, I already got one All these b**hes be doing, is playing musical chairs With different rappers' front seats, without calling shotgun Face it, you're a ho, as God as my witness That paper's my litmus, I take it, then I dip with it Then I wait for the result, and the verdict is in Now that I'm sober n***as is saying it's over Couple of n***as had to off 'em Couple of b**hes mad cause I'm off 'em Either that, or they think that my life is so good, my nights be sunny Oh, he's only been so quiet Cause he been spending that "Lighters" money Man, these people spend too much time predicting What's on your mind, up until the time you're non-existent In the midst of all my success and my failures I'm just out here struggling, guess that's what happens in rapping When you're in your motherf**ing prime (prime)