PRhyme

(Intro)

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

Turntablism (Samples)

Now brothers and sisters, they have not stopped

It's about to hit the fan - what is this?

Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick

(Verse 1)

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

(Uh) Marshall said that I'd be a problem, if I get my shit right

That if, is probably the biggest if I ever live by

Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by

I needed to be inebriated, to prevent me from getting shy

That's better than getting shot, that's a much more healthier ending

I'm running this race all by myself, my competition is in the "Selfie Olympic"s

Coming back with a vengeance, in LV of vintage

Anybody got a problem with me winning this shit, shall be offended

(Hook)

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

(Verse 2)

Then the car pulls up on the side of me

An attractive woman 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 bitches 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 they new look and that crossover

Move, and they make that old shit seem useless

But I'm balling, I can afford to hire somebody

To try to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding

Seem like they fans be like "fuck honesty"

My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down

Theirs signed to the Duck Dynasty

(Hook)

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

(Verse 3)

Make your money, my nigga, get your money

But don't let the shit make you, now deal with that

I lost a whole bunch of money, chasing bitches

But I never lost no bitches 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 bitch and peel it back, I already got one

All these bitches 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 bitches 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

What's 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)