P110 Trendsetter

You know what this is
And you know what I'm back on
It's off the wall
It seems they got my back on
And them phones keep ringing
But I swear this ain't for fashion
Rapstar, from the bandoe to the mansion
From Feltham on basic
Writing covers to that ransom
I wrote a hundred albums
My life's like a movie
In and out these houses
Come and see my surroundings
I'm trying to change my life and they
Want to see if I'm about it
Well I'm dumbfounded, I'm sorry
I ain't never snitched on nobody, I'm sorry
And I ain't never killed nobody, I'm sorry
And I been uni or colly, I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Man, I don't dickride like somebody
I got my own flows i write my own rhymes
I buy my own clothes i got my whole team
I'm Suge Knight on Deathrow
I mean I'm Pac on Deathrow
Shit, let's run the beat and let's roll
I pray these fakes get exposed
Look, run the beat and let's roll
I said I'm Pac on Deathrow
So I spit on these critics
And laugh at my cynics
Onetime for the illest
We the realest dealers innit
I got bitches doing smidges, in the hallway
In the kitchen
Someone tell me where my Kim is
Put a shady, in the slimmest, in a civic
Shit, real life this ain't a gimmick
I'm 'bout this money, get specific
Cause this real life, this ain't a gimmick
Got me fucking up these commas
Man, I swear this game's rotten
Trapping in my black joggers so long
Man, I swear they turned orange
But still I'm thorough to the fullest
Someone tell him pull it
For the DJ get a bullet
Couple yakkers, couple hoodies
Hand all on your goodies
Riding dirty in the benzo
Shit, I'm just praying I don't get a pulley
All I know is rep fully
Riding through your city
Done some bangers with your hitters
Man I'm nice up in your city
P, I got crack like lil Bizzy fuck with me
And I ain't going back to the can
You're stuck with me so now it's just P in
Your face, like fuck 50's, i'm sorry
I ain't rapping 'bout trapping, I'm sorry
Tell the opps I ain't lacking, I'm sorry
And tell 'em I ain't going back in
I'm sorry