Prince4BP - Parole (feat. Lace)

Prince
Lace
Huh
I got niggas keeping
I got niggas keeping
I got niggas keeping
I got niggas keeping tabs on me like i’m on parole
Want a 100 racks in cash but a milli is the goal
I got niggas in the hole, I got bitches on the pole
Got a bitch with hella ass I like it fast she like it slow
And she say i’m never home, cuz i’m always on the road
If she ever fucked with me I had her blowing up my phone
I done heard so many lies I done seen too many fold
It’s a reason why I laugh at these niggas acting bold
Prince.. Aye
All yo niggas on parole for cuffing a bitch
All my niggas getting dough without fucking the bitch
You hating niggas always on yo Uncle Ruckus shit
Plucking shit, drumming shit, really on my gunna shit
Hunting shit without a rifle, we fucking no title
She drop it low I pick her up like it’s zombie revival
She got a man I play the role we both in denial
Sharp shooter never missing like Christopher Kyle
If I want it imma get it fuck the consequence
Nigga you ain’t really with the shit you just kinda is
I’m the main dish you ain’t the sides or the condiments
You fucking bitches raw I wouldn’t use 100 condoms with
You the man, wish I was you nah it’s the opposite
Got bottles in the club but ain’t got bottles for yo fucking kids
I’ll cook a nigga for his grill, like it’s fucking ribs
Then slide to his main & get to swimming like I got some fins
Nigga you don’t own the bitch, you just a occupant
I know that cut deep like a mf Rocky hit
My glock will spit, wet real sloppy shit
Ask me how much gang shit, it’s a lot of it
I got niggas keeping tabs on me like i’m on parole
Want a 100 racks in cash but a milli is the goal
I got niggas in the hole, I got bitches on the pole
Got a bitch with hella ass I like it fast she like it slow
And she say i’m never home, cuz i’m always on the road
If she ever fucked with me I had her blowing up my phone
I done heard so many lies I done seen too many fold
It’s a reason why i laugh at these niggas acting bold
If it ain’t bout the bread tell me why you wanna kick it
Heard they talkin bout my song..trynna treat me ima ticket
Can’t fw hella niggas dog my ego gettin bigger
And I ain’t signin no deal less it’s 6 or 7 figures
Ain’t wanna see me win I had to crop em out the picture
I got brothas really trippin you jus trippin off the liquor
She don’t care bout my lady....saquon wit the stiffer
Save ya lil 2 cents flip it turn it to a nickel
Niggas in they feelings hustle got em bootytickeled
So they tweetin wordgames I’m too busy for the riddles
I said it then I meant it cuddy ain’t no incidental
Guess they only listen to me when I’m onna instrumental
But it’s all love it jus turnt my heart cold, won’t say it again if I said the shit before
I done heard too many lies I done seen too many fold
Issa reason why I laugh at you niggas actin bold
I got niggas keepin tabs on me like I’m on parole
Want a hunnit racks in cash but a milli is the goal
Free dem niggas in the hole, pay them bitches on the pole
Nigga fuck a competition I’m jus trynna up the score
Hardly ever home, cuz i’m always makin songs
If she ever fucked with me I had her blowing up my phone
I done heard so many lies i done seen too many fold
Issa reason why i laugh at these niggas acting bold
Forreal, Yeah

Written by:
Prince Washington

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