Pak-Man - 48 Bars Part 4 lyrics
[Pak-Man - 48 Bars Part 4 lyrics]
I took flowers to the cemetery
Chilling by your graveside
Same time I'm hearing whispers
Through the grapevine
But I’m never lacking when I'm out here
Better safe than sorry so
I'm sticking to the safe side
Sip a bit of liquor on a late night
No half Medusa’s baby, my Versace mainline
Listen, youts wanna sit in my position
But I've got a bigger vision
And it takes time if I said it I meant it
I ain't chatting crap
VS1's jumping like an acrobat
Racks in the Halifax, racks in the Lloyds
Got a stash for the toy
Come holla at your boy
I still remеmber nights I never had shit
Now my dеsigner jeans cost a bag bitch
My whole life I took mad risks
More than couple times I was
Stressing on a cab trip
I was blowing in a Audi when I crashed it
Had to go home, chill and bun a fat spliff
I'm still legendary, legendary still
You was lying from the start
You was never real
And I ain't got time for no silly shit
You don't even know what I'm dealing with
Tom Ford and Bvlgari frames
Rolex and Cartier’s
T got a box full of squares, no After Eights
I was chilling in the
Cut like some aftershave
I need enough bread that it
Could occupy a parking space
I just spent a few quid and got a new hammer
I can bring the Hulk out like Bruce Banner
Staring out my window, got a better view
You’re gassing bout things that you never do
Girls blow me in my car
I'm cosy on my lonely
We ain’t going to my yard
Rollie glowing in the dark
People hating on the P's you're making
When a man helps you it
Don't hurt to show appreciation
I’m just tryna live my life
Energy, legendary nights see me spitting live
You never had a Pyrex cooling
On the kitchen side different Moncler's
You know my setup for the winter nice
Make sure the bread's straight
I gotta count twice
You're wearing brands that you
Can't even pronounce right
I got a bad bitch, I ain't got a housewife
You never did road, you was just outside
New mixtape coming, it's about time
I've been stacking up my money
I'm about mine
And I don't give a fuck about a broke hater
In the studio you know I only smoke flavours
New year, new music, more shows later
New year, new money, watch me blow paper
Chilling by your graveside
Same time I'm hearing whispers
Through the grapevine
But I’m never lacking when I'm out here
Better safe than sorry so
I'm sticking to the safe side
Sip a bit of liquor on a late night
No half Medusa’s baby, my Versace mainline
Listen, youts wanna sit in my position
But I've got a bigger vision
And it takes time if I said it I meant it
I ain't chatting crap
VS1's jumping like an acrobat
Racks in the Halifax, racks in the Lloyds
Got a stash for the toy
Come holla at your boy
I still remеmber nights I never had shit
Now my dеsigner jeans cost a bag bitch
My whole life I took mad risks
More than couple times I was
Stressing on a cab trip
I was blowing in a Audi when I crashed it
Had to go home, chill and bun a fat spliff
I'm still legendary, legendary still
You was lying from the start
You was never real
And I ain't got time for no silly shit
You don't even know what I'm dealing with
Tom Ford and Bvlgari frames
Rolex and Cartier’s
T got a box full of squares, no After Eights
I was chilling in the
Cut like some aftershave
I need enough bread that it
Could occupy a parking space
I just spent a few quid and got a new hammer
I can bring the Hulk out like Bruce Banner
Staring out my window, got a better view
You’re gassing bout things that you never do
Girls blow me in my car
I'm cosy on my lonely
We ain’t going to my yard
Rollie glowing in the dark
People hating on the P's you're making
When a man helps you it
Don't hurt to show appreciation
I’m just tryna live my life
Energy, legendary nights see me spitting live
You never had a Pyrex cooling
On the kitchen side different Moncler's
You know my setup for the winter nice
Make sure the bread's straight
I gotta count twice
You're wearing brands that you
Can't even pronounce right
I got a bad bitch, I ain't got a housewife
You never did road, you was just outside
New mixtape coming, it's about time
I've been stacking up my money
I'm about mine
And I don't give a fuck about a broke hater
In the studio you know I only smoke flavours
New year, new music, more shows later
New year, new money, watch me blow paper