[Verse: Peyton Pearson]
I'm giving it all I got like Scotty came to beam me up
Y'all gotta know that I am not the dude to please or trust
You new eras got the trial, now your steez is up
I got the speaking stick, now the rest of y'all need to hush
The day I stop rhyming's the day the LA climate change
See I'm atomic, my only goal is to blow up every bomb in range
Airwaves empty? Well, that's kinda strange
Y'all follow the teacher, I'm sitting here on another page
I'm never da (Nevada) one to be playin with their vague ass (Vegas)
Load 'em up like Lux, or let these niggas stay trash
You and your whole circle can get this D so lay back
And have your mind blown, faster than you can say fast
I'm down the block with a burger, fries, and a cream puff
This nigga ride up in a red car, with the screens up
He ain't a deity but I'll tell you this g's sus
I came out, then I hit em with the "T"
What?
That's how you rappers sound
Mario, bro, I got a coop of goombas that will come up and lay The hammer down
They bring the hammer, the cannon, wrap 'em in hammocks Banana clips filled with ammo
I suggest you put the camera down
See my tunes, will leave em in that spot if I catch 'em there
Then hit 'em with a tidal wave, and then you can see how I left them there
They can't step on me to get up, so I'll just let 'em stare
You can bear your claws if you wish, but me I never care
I better be ready to dead you niggas, best to worst
The way I pen rhymes, I don't know if I'm blessed or cursed
I tar and feather you featherweights with a better verse
The shrapnel can hit you from all angles, you best disperse
I put the odd In commodity, from Harlem, to Stockholm
To Stockton
People react to my music, like you gotta see this kid, he's 16 he's climbing the charts on the top of his game
No other rappers are the same
Which makes me think, I'm like...
Pavlov when I rhyme though
Tony Hawk, see I'm back on my grind though
From the East to the West Coast
If I die then I'm coming back real soon like I'm dry bones
See I can't die, it ain't my time though
Still trying to ascend on my climb though
But if I keep going maybe I'll run out of rhymes yo
See I know
That's kinda spooky, and I hope that never happens to me
My raps are loosely, based upon the stylings of Bruce lee
Or maybe Kung Lao, or King Los, or even Sun Tzu
You in the jungle, be blessed to have these bars among you
See, P be jammin', y'all niggas better catch up
Or I may open fire on y'all and you can get the rest of
This clip in the future, like your YouTube always buffering
Roll on you like
Ta-ta-ta-ta doot-doot-doot- like you're stuttering
You see, these gun bars, they easy to do
These niggas lean into you, like
"Oh my god, this homie, he is the truth"
You can YouTube it, who truest
New music be in the booth
They keep you confused
No tolerance, you be in the loop
But this is me and shit
Steady running out of keys to grip
You need money, don't come to me for it
Trust me, I got my own fucking cheese to get
Yeah
Real nigga like Oedipus
A deity like Jesus is
Ain't P the shit?
Ay, P's the shit!
You niggas better go believe in this
Uh, my product so polished
The ballers bombard it
From Guatemala to mi casa, they want all of my dollars
The Gucci, the Prada, the Louie
I gotta stay hot like Carne for mama
But i always know I stay lava
See this that type of shit that'll go make the best gasp
Don't trespass, my mind is a battlefield homie step back
This ain't even my best track
This damage is a setback
Anybody who wanna fuck with this, they can get gassed, Nigga
