Pnpmar - The Spot

Yeah we at the spot
Got me smoking the gas so strong like the propone
This lyrical shit got me spitting I'm speaking the facts I feel like no name
I just be busting these traps and they asking for change I only wear two chains
You saying that you is the greatest but I am the shit
Yeah that's what I claim
I got this hoe family on lock when I fuck, man they fuck whole team
And I could do all of these bitches so wrong but the dick touch they soul like in a dream
Every time I'm in the field I'm spitting facts in it
Work for this money so you know I put my back in it
Just like nipsey and roddy, they got me putting racks in it
In the middle what you do?
I ain't never been the middle man
Brown skin like copper pans
OTM taking out the game
Double plays
Started rapping different ways, zoned out I'm in a haze
Let me snap back to reality and get up out this daze
Turn the kicks on drew so I can get triple fade
I'm middle aged, trapped in a cage
With blades, a mental siege
That's using all my Pons as Snitching suede
Working them to death till they bodies is fully decayed
Taking in the souls of these niggas with rhythm and bass
And nun of these niggas want a problem I'm catching a case
Just look at this hit list and the names I'm going to erase
They wanted my attention now these niggas is getting a taste
Put em in the sky like the weed I sold em was laced
Got these niggas shaking in fear in a spiritual place
From waist to waist they lost they guts to say
That they can beat me in anywhere and anytime and any place
I'll eliminate these niggas like some mother fucking flies
Take his eyes and hang em up like some Christmas ties
Cause they capping on my name they know they lies
I ain't never been scared of a man or god
Since the day I died and came back different bod
Cut that shit up
Big body big whip
Need a little bitch who got big tits
Who likes to drink henny and get kinda lit
The type that come home drunk and get up on the dick
The type to drop jaw even tho it don't fit
The type that's a freak take a movie or a pic
The type that can't chill at the party and take a lick
The type that brings toys like a first aid kit
I be riding in foreigns you chasing it
I paid in full, broke Nigga is leasing it
I be talking my shit ain't repeating
Just came in the game I am elite in it
Got a chair for a bitch take a seat in it
Go in my bag cause it got weed in it
I'm to rich man, belt it got G's in it
When in the hood I wear double T's in it
I ain't smoking if got seeds it in
Ion fuck with the crowds or the weeds in it
Man I love the street hustle the g's in it
But I hate that joe bitches always want be in it
Ion want be in it if they want be in it
Cause they don't really see what I really see in it
I be bouncing back and forth with my flow like its tennis
Make you choke trying copy it like you at the dentist
Now fuck it up
They making me happy I'll fuck it up
Fuck it up
They making me happy I'll fuck it up
Fuck it up
They making me happy I'll fuck it up
Fuck it up
They making me happy I'll fuck it up
Yeah we at the spot
Got me smoking the gas so strong like the propone
This lyrical shit got me spitting I'm speaking the facts I feel like no name
Yeah we at the spot
Got me smoking the gas so strong like the propone
This lyrical shit got me spitting I'm speaking the facts I feel like no name
I just be busting these traps they asking for change I only wear two chains
You saying that you is the greatest but I am the shit
Yeah that's what I claim

Written by:
MARLON SPENCER

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