Master P E

The Drumlord. I know my big mama proud of me. All of them niggas, they doubted me. The lick that we hit like a lottery. The coma that come from the robberies. Shit on these niggas 'cause they done went and Doubted me. Shit on these cracks 'cause they done Went and shackled me. Want me to tell it But can't get it out of me. I'm from The trap, go to rappin' like Master P. Make 'em say uh, uh. Glock with a charm on. Pull up, a bom-bom. Where the shit where you from? You don't want no problem. Back with my gun too. Glock Nine, the bundo. I'm from the jungle. I used to trap with the raw in the Breezeway. I make a lot, do a speed chase. Federal units pursue on the freeway. Then turn that bitch to a feet chase. Don't follow directions, I come from a section where We go go fetch it like each way. In this bitch lookin' like I'm a sweepstakes. I'm the chosen one, nigga, cheat cake. Nigga, hold your tongue, that's the G way. Got a stolen gun in the booth with the Motherfuckin' phone on like a DJ on replay. And I ain't had no father figure. I was in the trenches the street way. Before they dropped that iPhone, had the Glock on On a prepaid. I know my big mama proud of me. All of them niggas, they doubted me. The lick that we hit like a lottery. The coma that come from the robberies. Shit on these niggas 'cause they done went doubted Me. Shit on these cracks 'cause they done went And shackled me. Want me to tell it but Can't get it out of me. I'm from the Trap, go to rappin' like Master P. Make 'em say uh, uh. Glock with a charm on. Pull up, a bom-bom. Where the shit where you from? You don't want no problem. Back with my gun too. Glock Nine, the bundo. I'm from the jungle. Lane Street. I love That.