Pouya – Pre lyrics

[Verse 1: pouya]
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Being broke made my stomach hurt
Still hit the gas on they ass til' the engine burst
Pussy good no matter that my homie hit it first
We share man, we family, we live like a savage
But no we ain't claimin' no baggage
Piss on yo' badges
Can you imagine?
20 years over some [?]
That's why we taking advantage
Of kids under pressure, kids under pressure
I promise the drugs gone make you feel better
Slippin' a pill up in yo drink gone make you real clever
As well til' ya' layin' in jail
True colors comin' out nobody postin' ya' bail
That's ya homie? Watch ya homie he a rat I can tell
You only 60 pounds when you ain't wearing boots
Easy off the e I'm not experienced in medical
Gotta keep this confidential
I don't want yo' man trippin', tryna' kill me, tryna bust me in my temple
I'm a young ass mack, shit I'm still growin' pimples
Catch a full grown nut to yo' dimples
Can it be that it was all so simple
I ain't got no kids
But you can still call me daddy
I like it when we ride in the 84' caddy bumpin' illmatic, with yo' hands all up in my khakis
I woke up from a nap and you still a ho?
You the reason for the cliché, never ever trust a ho
If obama couldn't do it, then the change won't come at the end of the day
We all still scums, I'm a bum
Haven't showered in a minute, gross ass bitch still gone let me in it
She even let me finish
Right by ha' neck
Kevin garnett, anything is possible
I'm sick and cold, I got popsicle cells
Ima' see you when I see you and I know that we gone rot in hell
Beat the pussy like a 808, fade away feelings
No I cannot be ya' dinner date
Light em' up light em' up then we fly away
Move licks like it's 1998
South side slugs with a westcoast bitch
But the bitch ain't impressed cause I came too quick
But what do you expect when the pussy so thick,
Horny motherfucker on some quagmire shit
I'm a family guy, do it for my mama, do it for the deep fried rice, benihanas
Do it for the kid that got bullied in school
Do it for the bully that's packin' the tool
And that's real, fuck how you feel
You ain't paying my bills, then fuck yo' opinion and fuck how you livin'
You shouldn't be breathing, this one's for the children
You bringin' the piece or you packin' it?
I got what you need in my cabinet
Baby bone is money makin' advocate
So respect my grind, gotta' go get mine
What the fuck is you on, never be fumblin', never droppin' the ball
Clutch like my dirty ass honda, motherfuck em' hit his ass with lava, poof
Disappear like wanda, drop the top reappear like cosmo
Dip down the block, with the glock in my sock
Don't stop til' I'm at the top gettin' top from a top notch thot
I'm a raging water rapper rapper, I got too many flows
Too many rappers wanna' know, how I do what I do when I do it
Style like a condom, c-man wanna' use it
I'm out for everyone, and you know where I get it from
305, mia where lebron still play but my homies don't
You can get ya' cap pilled quicker than a rodeo
And ya' know it ho, you hella ugly when you off the blow
Maybe cause ya' had no connection with dad growin' up
I guess that's the reason these hoes fuckin' up