Pierce Ripanti - In Too Deep

I'm in too deep, yea
Wet my feet and No I’m not bouta leave, yea
Bet my bros we gotta get after the cheese, yea
And I cant stop until the mission is complete
We lay it on the table, plan a move, and hit the scene, yea
All my dogs secure the baggie if they need too
On the court, in the class, in the streets too
See If you walk it how you talk it they believe you
don’t matter what you doin dog Just do it how a G do
It ain’t no Cappin
I been rapping cause I want to I rap cause I want to
You you see you gotta speak ya mind or shit’ll haunt you
Don’t wait too late cause soon ya death is up upon you
I promise that’s wrong move
Okay
I can’t eat my breakfast, till I know where my check is
Count my blessings over stresses, praise my lord for successes
Niggas question the direction, they don’t know where we headed
But When you got it how I got it then you don’t even sweat it
It’s finesse, it’s when Checkers moves, winning vs Chessers
Quiet down, I’m tryna talk would you stop interjecting
I got piles of tension, put my mind my a frenzy
Have me mad that I’m mad, cause my smile is sexy
Rap muscles got big, been a while since I flexed em
Old homies still stuck like a block intersection
Tryna find em way wit my divine intervention
So when I speak need undivided attention like professor
I’m in too deep
wet my feet and no I’m not boutta leave
I bet my girl we gonna get after the cheese
And I can stop until the mission is complete
We lay it on the table, plan a move, and hit the scene, yea
All my girls secure the baggie if they need too
On the court, in the class, in the streets too
See If you walk it how you talk it they believe you
Don’t matter what you doin it ma, just do it how a G do
I know my shorty tryna have a nigga tied down
But I been living in the lab, im on my grind now
Talk to Shonny, talk to Jonny It’s my time now
Think Piercey in his prime now
Okay I pop off, like hot sauce
My handle off the chain
I get my rock on, it’s not long
Till they all know my name
It’s Piercey, not Paul
Real deal, never fraudulent or knock off
You will feel every bar I came to drop off
Hope every hungry style biter catch a lockjaw
Y’all make a youngin blood boil like a hotdog
Put all the phony shit to rest, take the socks off
We headed to the top floor
I swear I'm in to deep, yea
Wet my feet and no I’m not bouta leave
Bet my bros we gotta get after the cheese
And I cant stop until the mission is complete
We lay it on the table, plan a move, and hit the scene, yea
All my dogs secure the baggie if they need too
On the court, in the class, in the streets too
See if you walk it how you talk it they believe you
Don’t matter what you doin dog Just do it how a G do

Written by:
Pierce Ripanti

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