P1 Lyrics

Asalam malaku

Malaku salam

Chickens are home to roost

There's trouble in the farm

Rap too sweet

Forget the amateurs

Found the missing link

Connected all the dots

Top of the chain

Finessing with the gods

Street too deep that's why I never trust a broad

The preacher man preach

The Congregation applauds

I only speak the truth not a fucking fassad

I was made for this shit like the strings upon guitars

I'm the chosen one you can tell by all the scars

Banging on that door until I broke an arm

Go crazy on these niggarz and beat them

Steven Seagal

And when I keep it real fuck it I'm Jackie Chan

These jet lee nigarz do pass from time to time

So I let them soak in the cold like titanic

Snakes when I spit that flow I'm satanic

Friday night I got that glam

I feel like Elvis Presley

These perpetrators grabbed a gun

Thinking that shit would scare me

These ride or die niggarz I ride with

Never act too friendly

I catch a body, cut you up

They call me Mr Freddy

I tell niggaz they should cool down

6 b4 7 is the way now

Swimming all these many waters like odyssey

They can tell it's all growth now that they see us

Every time they speak it's another adversity

Tell me if you have the mind or the audacity

It's a shame they only spread in small capacity

Look at you look at your squad now fuvkn look at me

My heart colder than the fake studs in ur jewelry

How come we control the street harder than sesame

I did for me what all these nigharz never did for me

I paved a way for my self fuck all ur jealousy

All I saw was hate

There was no debate

I had to find my place on the table and grab a plate

I was left in the cold but i didn't hesitate

Cus I just had to make it by whatever it takes