P.N.C. Lyrics

Aye, yeah Godspeed Gu different flow but this the same song

Brand new canvas for me to go and throw some paint on

Fucked my white chick I had to do it with my chains on

I told her I was cummin then she told me nigga hang on

Woah, that's her ancestors talking I got my nut and got to thinking

I can't do this too often, I need liberation man my niggas really exhausted

Mixing prayers with preparation that's my newest concoction

Home alone taking drugs I ain't Macaulay I'm popping

leather seats in the Benz man I used to be walking

I tote a glock and make you waddle like you play for the Dolphins

Man I need my break fast fuck the eggs and the sausage

Man I'm getting old I'm damn near 30

I like my house plants, and box pleat curtains

Will I make it big I'm not too certain

Just know I really tried, and if I died right now I'm the hardest off of Bennett Side

Lil Keed dead he ain't even seen 25

Orange ya glad you're still here

I'm happy as a clementine

Most my niggas got a good woman lord can you send me mine

I need a queen so I can be the king cuz I been divine

I been reminiscing bout ya, yeah I wanna touch ya

But don't you bleed yo blood on me cuz I ain't the one that cut ya

Yeah we fucked a 100 times but I'll never trust ya

And now I'm moving on, you tell yo folks I never loved ya, WTF

Shit, well I hope that make you sleep better

I told her but I don't sell clothes so I could never retailer

Praying for a better me cuz I know I can be better

All them VVs and CC didn't help you see better

Yeah I seem to think better when my nuts empty

Dimo seem to mix my shit better when his cup empty

I remember starving for this shit I weighed a buck 50

Got my weight up girl don't wait up cuz I just can't trust many

But I know my nigga Leed got my back

Now I need the cheese every time I breath on the track

I got what ya need still serving Ps out the pack

I'm a better me I'm at Godspeed that's a fact ya

Cremate me with all my jewelry on

I want gold flake in my ashes with all my flesh and bones

Make a documentary just make sure they don't tell it wrong

God Given Gu, all I do is prove the devil wrong

I say my prayers, my digs in layers

Yeah I'm so playa, I need mine now there is no later

I ball like Kobe, you see my fader

You broke and blind, I seen this paper

Before I had I grind so major

I love you mama, I love you granny

I love you brother, I love you sister

I love my homies, I love my haters

Cuz I can't do this shit without ya

I got the bread and cheese now without the wic voucher

Things have changed I'm buying cars and house

Rings and chains my jewelry has me drowning

But I could never forget where I came from

Where I got my name from where I learned to aim from