P.M.W. ft. Tito Blaze Lyrics

Don't believe what they been telling you

It ain't bout that money, I can't fit it on

my schedule

Said you needed drugs to heal the pain, it's getting medical

Better watch your tone and come correct when you stepping through

Growing up I was that lil nigga, talking big shit

From the outside looking in so you don't know who I been with

23 with Carti on my wrist, I got a big wrist

In that field I'm calling plays, you probably call me Leftwich

All my niggas care about is pussy, money, weed

Getting pussy was the motive, till it ain't become a need

Getting money was the motive, got addicted to the green

I know niggas got apartments off of selling bags of weed

Always gotta stay low key cause niggas dying in the street

You can't find your own lane, you ain't Gunna, you ain't P

For that money I know niggas that'll line you for a G, so keep it G

Presidential pulling up to Eddie V.

You can try to stop this motion, it ain't shit you can prevent

Make a milli get a hundred, I can't give em 1%

Heard you made that skinny 20, I can't see how you content

17 I seen a shoot out, hella blood on that cement

Tito said to use repent, I ain't get to use repent

I was out, I heard a Karen said she fucking with my scent

I won't let you get a sack, I was blocking them like Trent

One more year I'm gonna quadruple all that money I done spent, NB

I hustle everyday, my mama said I got no sense

But I been stacking up my bread, even scrapping up cents

I'm riding around with Nina in the street cause it get tense

I'm smoking on the za, I'm breathing fire, earth and wind

I'm riding around through the city, can't see my tears behind the scent

Bitches said I was dusty, all these hoes calling me a wimp

Then I gained some muscle, now they asking me, yeah where you been

They been praying that I lose, but God only taught me to win

I try not to say it, but everyday I feel like I'm him

Especially when I look in the mirror and say, what do you think

Shorty bugging out, she asking me why do I got on that stench

I told her be glad I'm on the field and not stuck on that bench

Going through this moment I cannot get stuck

All this fake love all around me, man that had me so corrupt

Asking God for all these blessings and he told me sober up

Asking God for all this money and he handed me a dub

No you can't be around the gang cause you so unfamiliar

Man they worried bout some drugs, need to go pick they litter up

I'm feeling nostalgic when I stuck the Za inside a Dutch

I get everything I can, I simply never had enough