Pistol Pete ft. Eric Chano Lyrics

But the master of improvisation was the man known as the pistol, Pete Maravich, who was

turning the court into his own personal stage

Cause it was like this, you know what I'm sayin

And it was like this

They say you're only successful as the company you keep

So I pray one day all my brothers getting money cause of me

And vice versa

It feel like my fucking vices versus the state

World on display, word to the greats

Jumbo Rock, we ate the greens and then we murdered the steak

You claiming all that hungry shit, but keep on curving the plate

I'm beating up to cheeks, same way I'm carving the cake

I'm grinning cheek to cheek when I depart from the bank

Don't start some shit with me, then wanna start with a blank

Okay

They still ain't score once

So then they start to fake it

But boy, we keep scoring

We playing and make it, take it

I can't fuck with angry indie girls no more, so now it's back to basics

We had one conversation, and now she out the matrix

We haven't rapped in ages, we still come back the greatest

I told her, catch you later

She still ain't catch me lately

You know the history, how verse just hits from me

Shooting like we Pistol Pete, the way we never missed a beat

Cause I got some numbers to call, they talk about me and I wasn't involved

Won't say that shit in my face, don't care what I do but keep saying my name

My land is owned by hotels and festivals

My confessional is as it follows

The day I fuck a white bitch, is the day my soul becomes hollow

Painting fell on my rug, next to it asleep my baby boy Apollo

I'm the radical menace, strumming off a template

My demons ended when the poem was sending

They saying, free him, free him

Funny he don't know how to feel still

I was captured in the desert and I still don't know what the fuck is real

I'm profiting off the packs of crackers with connections

My ancestors' revenge is sweeter than any lesson

That school could ever teach

Or my priesthood could ever preach

I'm out of your reach

I cannot be taught or called, it's a misdial

I'm on trial until the death of me

They question every action like I ain't exactly what I'm supposed to be

They wanted a bot, I gave them straight bops

She gave me top, I tell her don't ever stop

And I hope you made peace with what you are

I'm speeding through 1-11, you would think it was NASCAR

These bitches astonished by a man with dedication and drive

She said she'd be over in ten, I told her forget it cause I got a girl that'll be here in five

I'm a young man living and I'm feeling most alive

When the pen is flowing, it's easy going

I rest on top of these beats and then I float on em

She saw the Studio hoodie on and tried throwing the throat at him

The ghost of the valley, so underground, I ended up on the other side

I dance through these alleys the juice help with the super slide

Even if I underachieve, just know that I'm three steps ahead in the lead

I'm stressing over the company, Jose telling me to smoke some weed

But the mojo can't be stopped,

Nor can it be topped

HappySad's more than a brand

You can only watch the rise now from the stands