Potter Payper - P110 #Trendsetter lyrics

[Verse] You know what this is And you know what I'm back on It's off the wall, It seems they got my back on And them phones keep ringing, but I swear this ain't for fashion Rapstar [?], from the bandoe to the mansion From Feltham on basic, writing covers to that ransom I wrote a hundred albums My life's like a movie In and out these houses Come and see my surroundings I'm trying to change my life and they want to see if I'm about it Well I'm dumbfounded, I'm sorry I ain't never snitched on nobody, I'm sorry And I ain't never k**ed nobody, I'm sorry And I been uni or colly, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Man, I don't dickride like somebody I got my own flows I write my own rhymes I buy my own clothes I got my whole team I'm Suge Knight on d**hrow I mean I'm Pac on d**hrow sh**, let's run the beat and let's roll I pray these fakes get exposed Look, run the beat and let's roll I said I'm Pac on d**hrow So I spit on these critics, and laugh at my cynics Onetime for the illest We the realest dealers innit I got b**hes doing smidges, in the hallway, in the kitchen Someone tell me where my Kim is Put a shady, in the slimmest, in a civic sh**, real life this ain't a gimmick I'm 'bout this money, get specific Cause this real life, this ain't a gimmick Got me f**ing up these commas Man, I swear this game's rotten Trapping in my black joggers so long Man, I swear they turned orange But still I'm thorough to the fullest Someone tell him pull it For the DJ get a bullet Couple yakkers, couple hoodies Hand all on your goodies Riding dirty in the benzo sh**, I'm just praying I don't get a pulley All I know is rep fully Riding through your city Done some bangers with your hitters Man I'm nice up in your city P, I got crack like lil Bizzy f** with me And I ain't going back to the can, you're stuck with me So now it's just P in your face, like f** 50's, I'm sorry I ain't rapping 'bout trapping, I'm sorry Tell the opps I ain't lacking, I'm sorry And tell 'em I ain't going back in, I'm sorry