Mr. P - Music for the steetz

Limit, limit
Ooh, we bringing music to the streets
Putting in time, no time for rest, all the time on the time sheet
Putting everything off the side, letting our minds be

It's definitely expired
Ooh, we bringing music to the streets
Putting in time, no time for rest, all the time on the time sheet
Putting everything off the side, letting our minds be

It's definitely expired
We make this music for the heinous, AZ fine
It's all about them fop, those low-riding brothers
Wacky, we don't ride it from the south side to the north side

Whether baseline, stuntin', or bell-rowed
Sis, them bumpin', you know the name is Mr. P
No one
We make this music for the streets, for them players getting sleep

For them hustlers getting cheap, all them people getting drink
All them niggas have their head banging to this beat
It comes from deep within, all about my heart and soul
Fuck the cash and all that flow

I sell my art for no dough
Cash me riding Range Rover bumping up them
Fuck my own work hard to get this flow
I'm going up on it and I'm knowing

Haters hate, and people love me
I put on this earth, just to tell my story
A hundred years from now, my message is
Ooh, we bringing music to the streets

Putting in time, no time for rest, all the time on the time sheet
Putting everything else aside, letting our minds be
It's that Phoenix Fire
Ooh, we bringing music to the streets

Putting in time, no time for rest, all the time on the time sheet
Putting everything else aside, letting our minds be
It's that Phoenix Fire
Uh oh, oh no, here we go

I'm about to let go, pen and pad are mental on an instrumental
My mind bleeds, my credentials speaking only what's been seen
All done, of course, more unbelief to come
Though I'm living ready to see death and be young for paradise

That's when life begun, trying to do right
Cause I know at times I do wrong
Good intentions mixed with bad decisions
Never listened but kept thought of opinions

Never did figure a career out in my vision
Not being able to speak fully, always had a limit
Now nothing but time to write between a bar to surgery
On myself, open hearted, demons opposing

Fuck it, bring an army
Angels standing guard, ready to guard me
This music my escape, and my ink on this paper is how I arm thee
Ooh, we bringing music to the streets

Putting in time, no time for rest, overtime all the time, see
Putting everything else aside, letting our minds be
It's that Phoenix Fire
Ooh, we bringing music to the streets

Putting in time, no time for rest, overtime all the time, see
Putting everything else aside, letting our minds be
It's that Phoenix Fire
Phoenix Fire

Written by:
Stephen Amarillas

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