Larry June - The P lyrics

Just 'cause I pimp I didn't
Want my son to pimp
'Cause it didn't necessarily mean he was
Gon' make it like me
Didn't want my daughter to be a hoe 'cause
She might not been able to make it
(Oh, she would've make it alright)
Well, we'd have to give her some direction
You know I ain't mad at her
Don't let this glamor
These perls and these diamonds and
These tailor made suit's
And gaitors and fame I got here
(Hey, hit up some of the old heads)
Don't let 'em, don't let her fool you, man
(Didn't come with all of this)
Fuck, what you nigga talkin'
About you gotta pay? (Shit)
Rap don't work push based like the 80s
(what?) she cookin'
She cleanin' and her head is amazing (shit)
Cookies and the Wood got me
Lookin' like a Asian
Four thick queens got me
Beatin' up the pavement (goddamn)
When this come on, the real P's go crazy
(ayy) give the hoe my number never hit her
I'm shady (shit)
My life's down mainly, you broke hoes lazy?
Meet me outta Houston
My life's so therapeutic (uh)
You got a book while shootin'
These young nigga's stupid (yeah)
Living like a Jewish, spend it then recoup it
(uh) to make the money triple
You gotta stay consistent (yeah)
Quit worrying 'bout these bitches
These bitches opportunists
All women not bitches? Your homie
Might not be loyal!
Catch me slidin' through the city
It'll never be the same (yeah)
One hand on my forty
(shit) , the other hand on the game, damn
Hey, whatchu sayin' 'bout a train?
'Cause my pimpin' is on the lose
Gettin' off the engine all a hoe got
To do is be the motherfucking kaboose
Young blood? Believe that
You know what I'm saying? Yeah, you know
I'm always in motion just like the ocean
All the bitch's gotta do is come on and
Drink some of my pimp love potion
Yeah, is a whole lotta outta
Pocket shit goin' on
Hoes with other hoes, you know
Hoe ain't big enough to get no man
But she got to go through us
You know, that's real fair
Know the youngin understand female with pussy
Hair to be with us
I used to want that Range 'fore
I went and bought that Benz (shit)
I never in my life thought I would have a kid
(fuck) trappin' all the night 'til a
Nigga get the rent
On the West Coast for some nice shit is 26
And that's for one room
Pay the shit early 'case I slip
Drop my Beamer at the dealer
Take my bitch on a trip (ayy)
Pull up on my nigga Ray
Went and got my diamonds ish (shit)
My bitch do the Saint Laurent
I do Givenchy when I kick it
Despite all the bullshit
I really did it by myself (uh)
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, yeah
I'm biggin' up myself (yeah)
I'm always puttin' business first
'cause they'll play you if you let 'em (uh)
Out sight, out of mind, shit
I might pull up in a Jetta (yeah)
Real nigga never show they hand
You niggas trippin'
I got these bitches going hiking
Gettin' drunk and skinny dippin' (woo)
Still got the same vision
Crystal and fried chicken
Frisco had been my great t-shirt frisbee
(shit, ow) damn
This if for the-
My black brother and my white brother
If you can dream it, you can have it
If you can see it, you can have it
If you can feel it, you can have it
All you gotta do is believe
No matter what you do, just believe
I got that to say to 'em all around the world