Potter Payper Carpe Diem
[Intro contains excerpts from Made in Britain]
Out of sight out of mind for my real killers
My bros got Ls and gotta deal with em
Girls who loved them once but can't keep it real with em
They don't know to keep it real with em
You got to go through that shit and now you feel different
So who's the real victim?
Coz everybody took a loss that day
And the realness is
We're just out trynna fill fridges
Cried rivers under burnt bridges
So now he turned wicked
He out there with his long [kitchen] ?
Hes feeling gassed he's got his dons with him
Out scheming he ain't on bitches
Lurking in this 4 door
Dodgy insurance really trynna catch some don slippin'
Joint Enterprise now so he all complicit
Concerned in this thug livin'
Oh how they must miss him
But back to these man
They're riding around 3 man
2 Flickies 1 Kitchen hoping that they see man
Catch him on the rebound means they shoulda done me now
They sittin in the [?]
They found out where matey lives and parked up the street
Camped out till 3
Don came home lean with a bitch on the hood
They all know man its deep
But they ain't playin they ain't pennyin'
They got him down and started cheffin' him
Told him 'member who your messin with'
(shit)
Now the f..cked thing is
At one time they were all cool
Went school, kicked ball, done plenty shit
All these roadside politics
But the story ain't finished coz
3 weeks later my man got bagged
The chick came forward im talkin' all that jazz
You lookin' all that bird
What you think he done?
You can bet he sang
Shit you can bet he sang
But now they don't say free him
He got 25 they found him hanging 8 weeks in
Ghee-Wiz
Now think about his mother
Now think about his victim
Now think about his mother
Everybody gota suffer
Certain man have seen enough of..
Certain man have seen enough of..
Shit everybody gotta suffer (though)..
So how they expecting me to compromise my dignity?
So i can live up to some infamy
Jails that teach empathy
But i guess none of that was meant for me
Shit just started getting tense for me
Coz i ain't far off, of that quarter of a century
So now im all legs like a centipede
Im runnin to that paper
Coz i ain't got time for later or eventually
Shit i done seen the man i was tryin' to be
Proper f..cked with me mentally
Just listen to my symphony
I was in the trap literally
Feds runnin' where my sister sleeps
Had me thinkin' this is it for me
Since i was out there in my TN's
No school like the weekend
And i don't know my kids i never really knew my BMs
And i done lost like 10 good friends to like 3 Ms
And i was in the cell conversating with my GMs
I told em Carpe Diem
Coz i ain't trynna see 3 Ms