PXRXBLE

[Intro]
Mmm
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Keep it short like a parable

[Hook]
Bitch Imma tell my story, keep it short like a parable
Doing this shit real boring, and I feel mofuckin' terrible
But man, just fuck it, I'm making this money
When my bitch ain't around. all these drugs keep me company
I'm rocking designer you niggas can't touch me
My bank account running up got that shit jumpin'
They all want a piece of me, they lookin' hungry
When I'm sliding through all you niggas be runnin'
Pulling up on you, my chrome get to bustin'
I come from the streets where that shit can be bloody
I come from the bottom where shit can be ugly
Keeping it real I turned nothing to something
Keeping it real I turned nothing to something
I'm keeping it real I'll turn nothing to somеthing

[Verse 1]
Keeping it straight, straight out the lake
My back 'gainst the wall, and I'm going insanе
Track I go off I ain't talking a train
Finna take off I ain't talking a plane
Intelligent bitch she giving me brain
Her man walked in said, "I can explain."
She came in started taking cocaine
Then we was fucking man I can't complain
This a parable goddamn man I'm making this shit too lengthy
Just gotta bottle of Hennessy and that shit already empty
Steady giving me drugs man that shit be way too tempting
Told you this for real real, I don't do pretending
Fuck making these happy songs 'cause there ain't happy endings
I'll diss on any name nigga their fate already written
Pick a fucking name I ain't talking bout the Redskins
Yea you say that I'm predictable, you still don't know my intentions
Put a beam on a G43, making new inventions
Call me Holy Spirit the way you niggas feel my presence
Say today's a gift so, I'm living in the present
Make a name for myself, so I'm going out a legend

[Hook]
Bitch Imma tell my story, keep it short like a parable
Doing this shit real boring, and I feel mofuckin' terrible
But man, just fuck it, I'm making this money
When my bitch ain't around. all these drugs keep me company
I'm rocking designer you niggas can't touch me
My bank account running up got that shit jumpin'
They all want a piece of me, they lookin' hungry
When I'm sliding through all you niggas be runnin'
Pulling up on you, my chrome get to bustin'
I come from the streets where that shit can be bloody
I come from the bottom where shit can be ugly
Keeping it real I turned nothing to something
Keeping it real I turned nothing to something
I'm keeping it real I'll turn nothing to something

[Verse 2]
Turned nothing to something Rumpelstiltskin
Said I'm gonna be something, told you one day
Keep that money coming, check is on the way
Lyrics flowing killing everyone, but this shit ain't no Pompeii
Oh no, oh woah
Catch can't me, you too slow
I want tell you sum 'fore I gotta go okay
Better be ready, I'm running the race
I came up from nothing, I'm on my way
You ain't got nothing, you ain't in my lane
Say I ain't nothing, oh for Lord's sake
Just shut the fuck up
You talking too much
That shit is enough
Runnin' up on you, my chrome finna bust
Fuckin' your bitch and I'm making her cum
Choppa go grrat-ta-ta-ta-ta
On your court, yea I'm finna ball
Ha ha ha, nah nah nah nah nah
I'm just telling my story, I won't never lie to y'all
Take it back to the beginning, yea I'm finna recall