M.P.R Lyrics

You see me ridin' in my city, this a twenty-three Civic

Windows down, bass knockin', hella faded, feelin' lifted

I'd rather be myself, I don't fake it, just to kick it

Lost myself a couple times, I took a left on this mission

Where do I start Naa , where do I begin

I was just a youngin' hangin' with the older kids

And the kids my age, well, I'm ahead of them

Don't take it as me braggin', I was just survivin', man

Fly the flight, but I fought, and I lost, bounce back

Stand on my two feet, after that, we double back

Fuck the peace, I want some blood, I grab your heart from your chest

Then I put it in my hand, n break in half like Kit-Kat

I Don't promote the violence, but I do, if you wildin

I will fight you like a man, but then bullets get to flyin

You scared to take a loss, get the contract and re-sign it

Money, power, and respect is all I need for my desires

Smokin' on propane, spittin' gas, then blowin' flame

They tryna put me out, but it's no doubt that I'm next up mane

Fuck a stylist, picked it out, I got that from head to toe

Yeah, I'm lookin' at the time, I hear it tickin', move I'm bout to blow

I use my tears for the ink, so I just let the pen bleed

Fillin' up the paper, ooh, it's a bloody murder scene

Goin' right now, you know I'ma need that chargin' fee

I ain't mean to say that, you know, I was really off the weed

Smokin' on that loud type of shit, you can't even fuckin' think

What the fuck Naa I'm playin'? I don't know, shit, but at least for me, shit

Let me get back on my topic, we all got different passions

Yeah, we all got different options

Number one, you probably sittin' down, chillin' in that office

Like you ain't had a dream before, you threw it in the coffin

Number two, you probably chasin' after dreams, feelin' exhausted

Runnin' laps inside your head until your soul start dissolvin