Ab-Soul - P&P lyrics

[Kendrick Lamar] Oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up? I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up? I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up? Well alright [Chorus 2X: JT & K Dot] I'm going through something with life Where p**y and Patron make you feel alright p**y and Patron make you feel alright p**y and Patron, that's some great advice [Verse 1: Josh Tylers] Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs Something to inspire me, rather than society's Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club I used to have a nine-to-five, fresh out of school, that was '05 That b**h was racist, got me fired, they rushed us then, I had no job Pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on Rosecrans Trust me, these n***as rushed me for something my cousin probably did [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Guilty by a**ociation, story of my life n***a! You gon' make me flip, then split yo' sh**, judge give me life n***a! Pain since my grandma's d**h, uncle k**ed at Louie's Burgers Hold my tears, I tried my best, let it go, trench my pullover Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin-margin Maintaining my modest-modest as I dream So while I go through all-this-all-this, bullsh** what you call it Life itself, I know it helps, let me scroll through my Blackberry ("hey what's up daddy?") [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] I said, keep reading my diary when my life's entirely Surrounded by the irony of living in the city I said they wouldn't hire me, I said I got my a** beat And the only thing can help is a** and some titties So what's up baby? I said what's up? I had a long day and I really wanna f** See I ain't tryna think about no phone bills, credit card late fees Capital One popping up on my caller I.D [Verse 4: Josh Tylers] Pawning my chain in the shop, watching for hollow tip shots Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block Man, that's my worst fear, ain't that your worst fear? You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears Or run through a pothole at two in the morning Scared to hit your emergencies, cause then they'll be on it See I know, when the harsh reality takes toll Open up your contacts, then scroll ("hey what's up daddy? ") [Chorus x2] [Ab-Soul:] Welcome to my diary, hmm, where should I begin? Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram Crackers watch my every step, better yet they work my every nerve Cutting me this worthless check, the concept is so absurd Like a church in debt, a turtle in a turtleneck Convertibles with turbo jets fueled by 7 Up and Prometh' I feel like d**h's around the corner like the quickest wide receiver So I took another shot, tequila hit me like a nina (blaow!) My sky's gray, my b**h is brighter Always saying "Lights Please", J. Cole's her ghostwriter And I'm the God MC, join my diocese Free ya mind, don't mind so-ciety And finally, everyone got their own problems Everything's subject to change like broken dollars I'm a, drown in my drink and swim in woman's vagina Like a Pirahna fin, it gets harder than Rihanna when [Chorus x2]