Potter Payper - Bando Embassy lyrics
[Potter Payper - Bando Embassy lyrics]
I reckon I'm my own worst enemy
Real bad boy, all the hood chicks remember me
School days, I was posted on the frontline
BK station, right by the Kennedy
When I was seventeen but I felt about seventy
Countless times I put my life in jeopardy
And they wanna know why the
Streets really mess with me
Ask all the real bad boys
Who done seg with me
Ask all of my real friends
Who broke bread with me
Barricade the door, that's a bando tenancy
Bando embassy, real rap therapy
Ding dong whips, no plates on the Beverley
Still BK till the death of me
My friend killed my friend
I can't trust nobody so fuck it
Don't check for me unless you've
Got a cheque for me
I said don't check for me unless
You've got a cheque for me
I've got all this heroin on my fabric
Keep a magazine for the madness
And a magazine for the court cell
Cah sometimes it gets tragic
Free all my bruddas on the landing
Especially my bruddas who ain't landing
I've got plans and they're elaborate
I'm tryna take this across the atlas
Shit, I used to sleep on the mattress
Till you do more and you chat less
Remember I never used to have an address
I was just keeping up with badness
I've got it in my pocket, easy access
I said I've got it in my pocket, easy access
Don't make me whip it out
Yeah I remember your face
I swear I kicked it out
And I fucked your girl but
Never licked her out
Where I'm from they beat corn
Where there's kids about
And these new school G's
Steady chasing clout
And the rap game's fucked
Cah lame's in style
Then I think about Money
I've gotta do this for my brudda
Cah years behind the door
Couldn't break his smile
"Potter when you coming home?
It's been ages now"
I told 'em "soon come"
I've been living gruesome
I showed everybody love
Shit I must be due some
I'd probably curve your baby mother
Quick on a rude one
I said I showed everybody love
Shit I must be due some
I'd probably curve your baby mother
Quick on a rude one
Real bad boy, all the hood chicks remember me
School days, I was posted on the frontline
BK station, right by the Kennedy
When I was seventeen but I felt about seventy
Countless times I put my life in jeopardy
And they wanna know why the
Streets really mess with me
Ask all the real bad boys
Who done seg with me
Ask all of my real friends
Who broke bread with me
Barricade the door, that's a bando tenancy
Bando embassy, real rap therapy
Ding dong whips, no plates on the Beverley
Still BK till the death of me
My friend killed my friend
I can't trust nobody so fuck it
Don't check for me unless you've
Got a cheque for me
I said don't check for me unless
You've got a cheque for me
I've got all this heroin on my fabric
Keep a magazine for the madness
And a magazine for the court cell
Cah sometimes it gets tragic
Free all my bruddas on the landing
Especially my bruddas who ain't landing
I've got plans and they're elaborate
I'm tryna take this across the atlas
Shit, I used to sleep on the mattress
Till you do more and you chat less
Remember I never used to have an address
I was just keeping up with badness
I've got it in my pocket, easy access
I said I've got it in my pocket, easy access
Don't make me whip it out
Yeah I remember your face
I swear I kicked it out
And I fucked your girl but
Never licked her out
Where I'm from they beat corn
Where there's kids about
And these new school G's
Steady chasing clout
And the rap game's fucked
Cah lame's in style
Then I think about Money
I've gotta do this for my brudda
Cah years behind the door
Couldn't break his smile
"Potter when you coming home?
It's been ages now"
I told 'em "soon come"
I've been living gruesome
I showed everybody love
Shit I must be due some
I'd probably curve your baby mother
Quick on a rude one
I said I showed everybody love
Shit I must be due some
I'd probably curve your baby mother
Quick on a rude one