PRhyme - PRhyme lyrics

Gather round, gather round
Witness the memoirs of 5'9"
Being read as he sees it fit
Police sirens behind him while he's drivin'
Instantly causes butterflies in his stomach
Even though he's legit
"Now brothers and sisters
They have not stopped"
"It's about to hit the fan What is it?
Shit's getting deep in here
I mean like thick"

Just another day in my reformed life
My unreformed mic i still write
Like it's my son was born Knight
I'm tired of swinging on these niggas, man
These niggas can't even fight
I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't
Need them bleeding on my Nikes, uh
Marshall said that I'd be a problem
If I get my shit right


That "if" is probably the biggest
"if" I ever live by
Which is why I'm known as a underachiever
I just skip by i needed to be inebriated to
Prevent me from getting shy
That's better than getting shot
That's a much more healthier ending
I'm running this race all by myself
My competition's in the "Selfie Olympics"
Coming back with a vengeance
In LV of vintage
Anybody got a problem with me winning
This shit shall be offended

PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime
The crown is on
That's how you determine a don
PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime
I ain't never falling off

Then the car pulls up on the side of me
An attractive woman is in it eyeing
Me tryna get my attention
But I just play the victim like
"What do you want from me?"
Then I pull off like ERR
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga
You don't know what it feels like
To be tired of fucking these hoes
It's just hard to stay alive these days
I can't end up on no more
Collages on bitches' IG pages
They see these cars then they want
To be reality TV stars
Just another day in my reformed life
My unreformed mic i still write like it's my
Son was born Knight
I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man
These bitches just ain't right
Can't even kiss them in their mouths
Too many dicks been in their diet
Me and Chris we veterans
But when youngins call you vet
You start to feel like
Hardaway with that UTEP, two step
They come in the league like AI with
That they new look and that crossover
Move, and they make that
Old shit seem useless but I'm balling
I can afford to hire somebody
To try to break all of
Their legs like Tonya Harding
Seem like they fans be like "fuck honesty"
My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down
Theirs signed to the Duck Dynasty

PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime
The crown is on
That's how you determine a don
PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime
I ain't never falling off

Make your money, my nigga, a'ight
(Get your money) But don't let
The shit make you, now deal with that
I lost a whole bunch of money chasing bitches
But I never lost no bitches chasing money
How real is that? (Real talk)
Only time a woman made a man a millionaire
Was when that man was a former billionaire
How trill is that?
My nigga, get you a fly chick and a drop top
And when she piss you off, do me a favor
Hop in that bitch and peel it back (Vroom)
I already got one, all these bitches be doing
Is playing musical chairs
With different rappers'
Front seats without calling shotgun
Face it, you a ho, as God as my witness
That paper's my litmus
I take it, then I dip with it
Then I wait for the result
And the verdict is in
Now that I'm sober niggas is saying it's over
Couple of niggas had to off 'em
Couple of bitches mad 'cause I'm off 'em
Either that, or they think that
My life is so good, my nights be sunny
"Oh, he only been so quiet 'cause
He been spending that 'Lighters' money"
Man, these people spend too
Much time predictin'
What's on your mind up until
The time you non-existent
In the midst of all my success and
My failures I'm just out here struggling
Guess that's what happens in rapping
When you in your motherfucking prime