Guru Truth - P.N.C.

Aye, yeah Godspeed Gu different flow but this the same song
Brand new canvas for me to go and throw some paint on
Fucked my white chick I had to do it with my chains on
I told her I was cummin then she told me nigga hang on
Woah, that's her ancestors talking I got my nut and got to thinking
I can't do this too often, I need liberation man my niggas really exhausted
Mixing prayers with preparation that's my newest concoction
Home alone taking drugs I ain't Macaulay I'm popping
leather seats in the Benz man I used to be walking
I tote a glock and make you waddle like you play for the Dolphins
Man I need my break fast fuck the eggs and the sausage
Man I'm getting old I'm damn near 30
I like my house plants, and box pleat curtains
Will I make it big I'm not too certain
Just know I really tried, and if I died right now I'm the hardest off of Bennett Side
Lil Keed dead he ain't even seen 25
Orange ya glad you're still here
I'm happy as a clementine
Most my niggas got a good woman lord can you send me mine
I need a queen so I can be the king cuz I been divine
I been reminiscing bout ya, yeah I wanna touch ya
But don't you bleed yo blood on me cuz I ain't the one that cut ya
Yeah we fucked a 100 times but I'll never trust ya
And now I'm moving on, you tell yo folks I never loved ya, WTF
Shit, well I hope that make you sleep better
I told her but I don't sell clothes so I could never retailer
Praying for a better me cuz I know I can be better
All them VVs and CC didn't help you see better
Yeah I seem to think better when my nuts empty
Dimo seem to mix my shit better when his cup empty
I remember starving for this shit I weighed a buck 50
Got my weight up girl don't wait up cuz I just can't trust many
But I know my nigga Leed got my back
Now I need the cheese every time I breath on the track
I got what ya need still serving Ps out the pack
I'm a better me I'm at Godspeed that's a fact ya
Cremate me with all my jewelry on
I want gold flake in my ashes with all my flesh and bones
Make a documentary just make sure they don't tell it wrong
God Given Gu, all I do is prove the devil wrong
I say my prayers, my digs in layers
Yeah I'm so playa, I need mine now there is no later
I ball like Kobe, you see my fader
You broke and blind, I seen this paper
Before I had I grind so major
I love you mama, I love you granny
I love you brother, I love you sister
I love my homies, I love my haters
Cuz I can't do this shit without ya
I got the bread and cheese now without the wic voucher
Things have changed I'm buying cars and house
Rings and chains my jewelry has me drowning
But I could never forget where I came from
Where I got my name from where I learned to aim from

Written by:
Jourdan McGowan

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