Ab-Soul, JT, K Dot - P&P lyrics

Oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
Well alright

I'm going through something with life
Where pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron, that's some great advice

Welcome to my diary
Stressing got me gray hairs
Something to inspire me
Rather than society's woes, let me go
Let me shine a lil' bit love
I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club
I used to have a nine-to-five
Fresh out of school, that was '05
That bitch was racist, got me
Fired, they rushed us then, i had no job
Pushing in my mama van
Stop for gas on Rosecrans trust me
These niggas rushed me for something
My cousin probably did

Guilty by association
Story of my life nigga!
You gon' make me flip, then split yo' shit
Judge give me life nigga!
Pain since my grandma's death
Uncle killed at Louie's Burgers
Hold my tears, I tried my best, let it go
Trench my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna
Go beyond the margin margin
Maintaining my modest-modest as I dream
So while I go through all-this-all-this
Bullshit what you call it
Life it'self, I know it helps
Let me scroll through my Blackberry
("hey what's up daddy?")

I said, keep reading my diary when
My life's entirely
Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
I said they wouldn't hire me
I said I got my ass beat
And the only thing can help
Is ass and some titties
So what's up baby? I said what's up?
I had a long day and I really wanna fuck
See I ain't tryna think
About no phone bills, credit card late fees
Capital One popping up on my caller ID

Pawning my chain in the shop
Watching for hollow tip shots
Watching my vehicle break down
On another man's block
Man, that's my worst fear
Ain't that your worst fear?
You know when your transmission go
Out and can't switch gears
Or run through a pothole at
Two in the morning
Scared to hit your emergencies
Cause then they'll be on it
See I know, when the harsh reality takes toll
Open up your contacts, then scroll
("hey what's up daddy? ")

Welcome to my diary, hmm
Where should I begin?
Finna get a swisher and fill it
With at least a gram
Crackers watch my every step
Better yet they work my every nerve
Cutting me this worthless check
The concept is so absurd
Like a church in debt
A turtle in a turtleneck
Convertibles with turbo jets fueled by
7 Up and Prometh'
I feel like death's around the corner
Like the quickest wide receiver
So I took another shot
Tequila hit me like a nina (blaow)
My sky's gray, my bitch is brighter
Always saying "Lights Please"
J cole's her ghostwriter
And I'm the God MC, join my diocese
Free ya mind, don't mind so-ciety
And finally, everyone got their own problems
Everything's subject to change
Like broken dollars i'm a
Drown in my drink and swim in woman's vagina
Like a Pirahna fin
It gets harder than Rihanna when