Pita Bread P Lyrics

Tryin' not to let this lifestyle get the best of me

Tell me when I'm wrong, or I don't need you next to me

Gave the rap game my soul, my bitch want the rest of me

Put a lock on my heart, and it ain't no extra key

Hoe tryna lie on my name, can't even get no text from me

I really just want yo head, baby ain't getting no sex from me

I was fucked up, but I stay prayed up, no wonder why God keep blessin' me

Real Pita Bread P, I told my hoes, you better not question me

I put my bro on a baddie

Got a bitch, match can't have me

Got her legs in the air while I'm in it, I'm bustin' her down, she be callin' me daddy

I keep a shooter on the left and the right, still beat the case with no rap sheet

Still got clientele plugged threw me the pack made it stretch like a athlete

And I peep the way you move, so I had to fall back

Pita Bread P, I'llsend her flowers and never call her back

She throwin' it back, yeah, my name Keenan, but bitch, I'm all that

And I see you stealin' sauce, I don't want that sauce back

And if you want, I can fly you out and get you what you want

Money talk, time is money, so I ain't got time to talk

Keep my Glock, this shit normal, so you can't tell how I walk

Feel like John, cause I always got my back against the Wall

Gotta put my niggas on when I'm on, yeah, that's law

Niggas turn they backs on me, so I said, fuck them all

And she think I'm Mr. Right, but whole time, I'm doin' her wrong

Hard to say how I feel, so I put my heart in my songs

Baby, can you give me head when my head hurt

Baby, took a loss still learned the game, I dove in head first

Baby, I had to run this shit up, show them how my legs work

Baby, they tryna steal my swag, but they know who did it first

Tryin' not to let this lifestyle get the best of me

Tell me when I'm wrong, or I don't need you next to me

Gave the rap game my soul, my bitch want the rest of me

Put a lock on my heart, and it ain't no extra key

Hoe tryna lie on my name, can't even get no text from me

I really just want yo head, baby ain't getting no sex from me

I was fucked up, but I stay prayed up, no wonder why God keep blessin' me

Real Pita Bread P, I told my hoes, you better not question me