V.C. - P.O. On The Way lyrics

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V.C. - P.O. On The Way lyrics

Intro Shout out to menace Young producer rappers Trying make it Getting it on our way It's that nas sh** Project October on the way Verse 1 Uh Pacing back and forth from mom and dads No they not together boo hoo how sad It's funny each couple on both side Can drive each other mad Mom is stressing Dad is stressing Add the icing on the cake I ain't ready to graduate I ain't ready to grow up Driving all my exes mad because i'm the one they hate They saying lamont arrogant Probably because i'm the one who has a career other than my cla**mates I went from a prawn and made myself a king checkmate Yeah I'm rapping like i'm up there with the greats Because the game can't await Oh they still rap about hitting licks and how they trapping Oh I can't relate Mama raised me better Told me focus on me And dad said get the cheddar Copped a pair yeezy's without a job Don't ask about my moves Cause gangsters move lowkey Just know I get it when I can homie Vaping when I can cause I'm hardly smokey Puff Puff pa**ing the bullsh** cause It's chokey I grew up half my life feeling neglected Doing what I didn't know was wrong I had nobody to check it Worn out shoes but i still be looking cool At least I thought i did but who would knew I always stood alone Down to ride for anyone Nobody would tag along Falling in love with the baddest girls in my city But them hoes always dissing me But always ran after the guys who do them wrong I heard n***as cheated and the b**h still came home Damn I need something newer in my life And I ain't talking about money cars and clothes But i could use some more hoes Trying to love myself more So i could love a few more Mama always told me patience is virtue My dad genes getting into me like a crease I could hurt you But im learning to be more spiritual And trying sound more lyrical f** it Im just trying stay alive In the city where too many n***as die I just keep it Lowkey stay away from anyone who don't know me Even the police Eyeing a n***a down Trigger finger itching Plow n***as k**ing n***as over a brick Half a million brick n***as k**ing n***as over tracks Can't get an ad-lib So they steal n***as sh** Do your own thang Young n***a trying get paid Keep em all guessing Always switch it up Locked in box trying sell beats For these n***as cause I need dollars They said I ain't going make it to the league mama They can't handle what i got They can't handle what i'm becoming I swear every time i dream everything so lavish Everything so vivid Feeling like my mom Getting too ambitious Can't wait for the fame Getting too impatient Your girl play always get my john confused With her spoon Pops My sh** rocks My sh** pops n***a I'm hot Hook Only dread head rapper spitting english That's a major key She make me forget about all my other exes That's a major key Find yourself Own a brand Run it man That's a Major key I'm like a young drake Young OVO I'm the major key

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