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P. Blackk - 2MPH lyrics

[Verse P. Blackk]
This is dedicated to my n***as and my n***a'rettes
All my nonbelievers and my haters, do you feel me yet?
Respect it, or reject it return it but say you kept it
I take that to the heart, because I got my heart invested
P. Blackk, no question, trying to gain credentials off instrumentals
And raise your mentals', because I meant to
I only click-clack mechanical pencils
Dig...that, point five, to be exact
Who believed that little n***a putting his city on the map
From the 'C', 'O', and I be so on-time [and on the grind?] for my people
n***as from the [front-lines?], to the streets...
Know there's from the [grind?] and feeble... minds
I be grinding everyday, and I know timing's everything
I got a lot up on my mind but I know I got to wait
For my time when it comes, I'm going to rhyme on everything
Until I'm out of rhymes, n***as out of sight and out of mind
Well, I'm out my mind... and a n***a down for anything
Except for settling, you know the rest

[Hook]
Riding and rolling, rolling and riding
Homie, drive slow so they can see that brother driving
Driving (driving), driving (driving), driving (driving)
[X2]

[Verse 2]
It's like every dude on the come-up trying to get them props
This sh** is life so I don't grind, I just live a lot
Mad flows running through my brain, kush in my veins
In my lane, never change like a n***a homeless I notice
[Novice [rappers] is [chickens] thats boneless?]
Osmosis Jones sh**, I'm in this like a phone booth
So true, spit [soul food?]
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[That make my soul ooze, on the track
Like they're is a leak in it, but it's whole proof
Cold dude, when I write tight it's fat???]
I'm trying to break bread like white light refract
Nice with raps, uh the whole cypher go so liver
When I go fire off the dome I'm ghost-rider
Got a [dump a magazine at a magazine for a write up
Nowadays remember when I first pick that mike up
So amazed, so much love in my heart
But the world keep it contained
Cause it's rough and it's tough
[But I remain just riding???]]

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
I've got dreams of pushing a cream Porsche
Lexus, [Timb-sportin'?]
H-I-L-F
But f** it my name's worth a framed portrait
Of the Mona Lisa
n***a consider me with dreams that's going to be too much to grasp
So work I put in too much for cla**
n***a f** it, money got a n***a rugged trying not to [skip the hustle??]
Living on a f**ing budget, got me so disgusted
But I be back though, pulling up in the black Ac' though
Dreams of a n***a flourishing mad dough, sporing mad [lough?]
Who hopping out of that casino with cash-flow ??
I'm trying to get back to a cast, tired of being broke
Hoping that chasing all this cash don't make a n***a go before I'm 'sposed to
I told n***as, don't compare me to you old n***as
Unless you talking about an old n***a with gold n***a
[For rolling?]

[Hook x2]

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