Prince CJ Da Poet - Pull Up

Cj Da Poet
Grind hard in my basement
Lame niggas who hating
Y'all giving out those statements
Really trying my patience
No serial number no tracing
Studying the craft while pacing
In these streets like pavement
Your mindset be basic
That's why I don't fuck with ya'll
Ya'll ain't really 'bout this work (This work)
You shouldn't get involved
You might just end up on a shirt (Raa)
Around here they pop niggas
Yea they'll pop you off a Perk (Perk)
Bands in my pocket, if you reach you will get hurt (Get hurt)

Blazing burn marks on your Gucci
Type of smoke ain't nothing new too me (New too me)
Pull up to the 'telly and my bitch greet me with nothing (Nudity)
That weed got me right (Curing me)
You ain't secure the bag (Kidding me)
Talking 'bout a mac I'm the epitome

Yea I'm the epitome
Witnessing the christening, bubbling I'm blistering
Breaking it down with the kitchen ware
Hard work will get you there
Fuck a doubt I got the pen and the willpower to get me there
So who really gonna care
Pussy boy better grow a pair (Grow a pair)
If you hating then go over there (Yea)
I'm the one who made his own chair
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say they gone get
You niggas is pets, you puppets
I do what i want with a bitch and say fuck it
I'm up in the hood with my jewelry don't tuck it
I say I'd make noise now I'm bringing the ruckus
In memory of Kobe I'm shooting those buckets
Bow bow bow
I want it right now (Ayy)
I want it right now (Ayy)
That's my style

Written by:
Ricardo Mercado

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