the 3 lyrical ps

yeah

p!

i could tell by your beard you don't love allah

you got the bryant gumbel face

it go

waste removal

we dispose brothers

embarrassing the family

keyshia cole mother

man down

stand down

blam rounds

have bitch niggas thinking that me and my camp clowns

listen

ringling brothers and barnum & bailey

i'm strangling brothers

i'm harming them daily

i shoot a fair one with a midget

duke

i shoot an airgun at a pigeon

shut the fuck up

y'all niggas is bantamweights

fucking with the white with the tony montana face

andre iguodala

i smack shit out of you

make your padre give me dollars

i'm not just a rapper i'm a pain of my trade

abstract art

just throw a grenade to your brains

word to me and mine

every word from p divine

i smack shit out of niggas dressing like key of shinee

yeah

the rap great

the beat crazy

on the daily

serve bullets across your temple get grazed it

blood pouring out that vein

that's not wavy

all i do in this world is get the money mainly

all i want in this world

my pretty

four pound in her chanel clutch

yeah that's sweet

for the life

i'll put your brain next to your feet

break all your toy soldiers and make it complete

then take a couple double shots with the team

and party like it's 2020 on the beach

life is what you make it so i made it iconic

i fuck her so good

yeah my dick is bionic

i'm dope like chronic

i'm nasty like vomit

i spit up a verse

on your level? i'm beyond it

black mafia

infamous

on that mobb shit

baby

you are now rocking with the best

we good regardless

i hear you talking but it don't mean shit

'cause niggas will pop on you like seal team six

cheers to the killers in limousines

those from thailand with a ship through the philippines

soak the kerosene and thrown in the guillotine

burnt with your head cut off

you don't dream

you're gelatin

my skeleton is like wolverine's

your family come for revenge

blow 'em to smithereens

i'm like morpheus on opiates

matrix

facelift with the can opener

gatling on the stand whenever the van open up

doors slide

hit your face like it's rawhide

bullets hit your teeth like it's fluoride

i'ma bring you through hell

i'll be the tour guide

so what you want the hawk or the.45?

don't you ask me 'bout no rappers they can all die