PRhyme-PRhyme

Gather around, gather around Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit Police sirens behind him while he's driving 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 Marshall said that I'd be a problem if I get my s**t right That if it's probably the biggest if I ever live by Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by I need it to be inebriated to prevent me from getting shy That's better than getting shot, that's a much healthier ending I'm running this race all by myself My competition is in the selfie olympics Coming back with a vengeance in LV vintage Anybody got a problem with me winning his s**t 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 women is in it eyeing me trying to 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 B*****s 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 A.I With that their look and that crossover Moving that make their old s**t seem useless But I'm balling I can afford to hire somebody That tried to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding Seem like the feds be like "fuck honesty" My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down Then 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, get your money But don't make the s**t make you, now deal with that I lost a whole bunch of money chasing bitches But I never lost no B*****s chasing money, how real is that? 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 B***h and peel it back I already got one All these B*****s be doing is playing musical chairs With different rappers' front seats without calling shotgun Face it, you're 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 B*****s mad cause I'm off 'em Either that or they think that my life is so good my nights be sunny Oh, he's only been so quiet Cause he been spending that "Lighters" money Man, these people spend too much time predicting Was on your mind up until the time you're 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're in your motherfucking prime, prime