B.A.R.S.

[Intro]

Yeah
G. Pryor
Bar up nigga, look

[Hook] 2x

(B) better be bout bringing better business
(A) always aware, alert and at attention
(R) remember, reality's rarely respected
(S) stay strong, sometimes success slowly segments

[Verse 1]

G. Pryor, first and foremost I’m goated
Pocket full of blood money bitch that's why it's bloated
(Period) like Yung Miami and JT
Got ‘em asking who dat, who dat, like I’m J. C
I Roc Nations like Jay-Z check my analytics
Outside of Christmas, what good is rap if you ain't gifted
Nothing but wasted paper, you're just a space saver
Like these hoes that's why I curve ‘em like a waist trainer
Pryor, Liu Kang how I toss fire
This ain't a game you'll get caught up in the crossfire
Huh, G.P. out of D.C
He be on point like a Teepee
Plus, granny told me she was Cherokee
I still rep afro like I'm Somali
Yuh, this the end of the verse
Now take the microphone down and put it into a hearse
Cause I killed it

[Hook]

-verse 2-

On the low, I'm slicing the beat up, Baraka
In the lab I cook up better than Betty Crocker
Him, he play no games with the chopper
Have you like “it ain’t my fault” like your name was Silkk the Shocker
The one chief rocka, shout out to LOTUG
Texting with a chick who bout getting her throat dug
She goes both ways like the end of a phone plug
She likes to roll up just like a potato bug
G. P-R-Y-O-R
They think I’m bout to time travel how the doors pop up
Partner, ain't no wins in mi casa
Battle like a Buffalo Soldier, dreadloc rasta
I’m a groover, packing an arsenal of manuevers
Leave jasa's bluer than hoovers the rocks are cool like Vancouver
For twenty years I been doing it, I'm still in my prime
G. Pryor, one of the greatest of all time

[End]