Paul Wall and Termanology - No Asterisk

P Dub
Ayy, what it do?
Paul Wall, baby

Hold up Statik, let me take a stab at it
Name added on the list
City on the atlas
Cut the bullshit
I'm so far past it
Lotta paper drop the acid
No biohazard
Maybe two-tone or maybe my note chromatic
Iced the Patek
Cold world wear a jack
Roll the backwood and pack it
If you tryna match it
Make it massive
Hit the blunt
I attack it
Inhaling have you choking like you asthmatic
Throwing knowledge down
I just hope and pray you catch it
Intellect multi-facet
Close the bracket
But close mind frame lead you to a closed casket
Crack a book open
Digest and unpack it
Achieve whatever you imagine
As long as you task it
Success starts with small habits
Karats in my mouth like a rabbit
Diamonds bag it
Out here chasing after cabbage
Quest for that packet
But it's heavy traffic
Gotta fill my sack
Matter fact, double bag it
Tool, I gotta pack it, life can be tragic
Tap the blunt after I dunk it
Yeah, I Shaq it
Like Keith coats
Something extra, yeah I waxed it
Boy, it's fantastic
Psilocybin magic
I just want the rings and title with no asterisk

Uh, whole trunk full of bricks
Full of mad shit
Whole trunk full of blades, full of ratchets
Pull up to the projects trunk pop
I got merch, I got drugs, I got what you want
Every couple hundred fans, it's another opp
They got blood upon they hands so it's fuck cops
Everybody put they money in this one pot
Everybody getting money on this one block
You know me? I put fire work in the hood
Now it's poppin' baby, fireworks in the hood
Red shirt like I'm Suge
Putting work in the hood
Lil' cutie on my lap and she twerking good
You see them lips, you see dem hips
You see the whip
Now you get it why I be on some conceited shit
Could had you boys shot
Gang leader, bitch
But it's only small moves under my leadership
Uh, ain't no crash dummies we just stack money
Fucked a couple hundred bitches off of rap money
Beast mode like a running back
I'm running laps around these MCs
I bet you a hundred racks
They couldn't out spit or fuck with the outfit
I'm in my house dip down baby peep the drip
Henny and perc yeah that's a sweet mix
And Statik on the boards bet you that's a sweet mix

Uh, bring Big, 'Pac and Pun back
We need the remix

Written by:
Daniel Carrillo, Paul Slayton

Publisher:
Lyrics © Spirit Music Group

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