Big Pes E

We out the trench like Durkio. Rose gold, Presi, white band, the first of those. Spotted out a opp, he at a party, make Sure it's him. I think I wanna make a Hundred M's, I'm sure it's him. You notice me and notice that I sank before I swim. Always had hoes, but now I'm sure A man. Too many fans touching hands, plenty tan With revenge. Said I can't, I can, you wanna Doubt me, boy? Yeah. Always to myself, I don't relate to niggas. A couple shooters in the cut, but I don't Pay for niggas. Already caught him on a blitz And had to stretch him. That was a rookie move, my boy, you know I'm a veteran. You know these chains gon' hang, Gon' bling in they faces. This money changed my life, I ain't trade no Places. You would've thought my mama had a honor Student. Look at how I grab the Glock and Just know how to use it. You wouldn't like To bust on me, but wanna fuck me and That big thing. She's a gold digger, she don't Care about your dick game. Shoot him in his face if he play with Peso good name. I'm a businessman, so I don't Care about your good name. Big Pace march it up a hundred G's. Big Pace march it up a hundred P's. Big Pace, so these niggas ain't me. Sorry mama, I ain't never made the league, but I'm still balling. Ask the label, they be still Calling. What's the point of a PJ if I Ain't getting on one? What's the point of a Hater if they don't speak? Always got a problem, but keep it in another Nigga, shame on you. Shame on you. They wanna say you changed 'cause Fame on you. Wanna point they finger like they Know you. I be focused on the job without no Adderalls. Cutting groupie bitches off and all them tag-alongs. Was in the field for real, I could've made A Madden song. You would think a nigga signed Like what I'm having on. Remember we was stuck And no options, but we made a way. I make it look easy because I don't let It defeat me. Talking to God, Lord, I'ma top It up with Jesus. Trapping to die, just call Me twenty twelve Jeezy. Big Pace march it up a hundred G's. Big Pace march it up a hundred P's. Big Pace, so these niggas ain't me. Sorry mama, I ain't never made the league, but I'm still balling. Big Pace march it up a Hundred G's. Big Pace march it up a hundred P's. Big Pace, so these niggas ain't me. Riding dirty in a Caddy long sleeve.