Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pot To Piss, artist - Mozzy. Album song Internal Affairs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Internal Affairs
Song language: English
Pot To Piss |
Remember I ain’t have a pot to piss |
Scrambled eggs with a pot of grits |
I done seen the worst, I been through a whole lot of shit |
You got the right to be quiet, you ain’t gotta snitch |
Bad foreign vibe, ass pokin' out her Prada 'fit |
Now we hit the mall and we ball, nigga, we coppin' shit |
Niggas ain’t really your dawg, watch who you rockin' with |
People who be claimin' they real but be the opposite |
He don’t want no smoke for real 'cause we on top of it |
Ayy, I heard they put some paper on me |
I heard some niggas down the street from mama’s waitin' on me, yeah |
That kayda on me, ain’t no sense in y’all prayin' for me |
G-O-D, I ain’t playin' with him, for real |
Die about it, on my mama, I’ma stand on it |
Wrist mainy, bitch, I throw a hundred bands on it |
Wade Block, pullin' nighters, we was camped on it |
Off the dribble, nigga ballin', finna cram on it |
550 European with the yams on it |
Mozzy chains everywhere, niggas stamped, homie |
Fake flexin', that nigga rockin' his man’s Rollie |
When it was smokey, niggas ran from me |
Remember I ain’t have a pot to piss |
Scrambled eggs with a pot of grits |
I done seen the worst, I been through a whole lot of shit |
You got the right to be quiet, you ain’t gotta snitch |
Bad foreign vibe, ass pokin' out her Prada 'fit |
Now we hit the mall and we ball, nigga, we coppin' shit |
Niggas ain’t really your dawg, watch who you rockin' with |
People who be claimin' they real but be the opposite |
He don’t want no smoke for real 'cause we on top of it |
I’m alive, I can’t complain no more |
The sun out, baby, I don’t see the rain no more |
The watch flooded, I can’t rock the plain jane no more |
Save money, don’t be out here tryna save them hoes |
I took this bitch up out my chest and put my heart on the shelf |
Life a gamble, I’m just thankful for the cards that I dealt |
You can’t walk inside my shoes and feel the pain that I felt |
I’m a real one, never broke a fuckin' promise I kept |
I’m good, love, no handouts, I ain’t askin' for help |
I’m good, call, fuck the world, I can handle myself |
I’m ten toes 'bout mine, best believe I’ma step |
Can’t cheat the grind, I’ma go until it ain’t nothin' left |
Remember I ain’t have a pot to piss |
Scrambled eggs with a pot of grits |
I done seen the worst, I been through a whole lot of shit |
You got the right to be quiet, you ain’t gotta snitch |
Bad foreign vibe, ass pokin' out her Prada 'fit |
Now we hit the mall and we ball, nigga, we coppin' shit |
Niggas ain’t really your dawg, watch who you rockin' with |
People who be claimin' they real but be the opposite |
He don’t want no smoke for real 'cause we on top of it |
I got niggas on the yard with the GD’s |
If you don’t show up to the yard, that’s a DP |
I try and cover up the scars with these VV’s |
She hate them Oak Park niggas just like a BD |
I made like five hundred thousand just off an EP |
They told him punt out supplies, he did the ET |
Ayy, I got niggas in Oakland that’s from the Deep East |
Big up to NY killers, I fuck with D-East |
Salute my LA niggas, that’s just on GP |
We in Tacoma with forty poppers and DE |
They bang a corner and caught a case with the new yeek |
I was doin' lully, maneuvering, moving too weak |
Remember I ain’t have a pot to piss |
Scrambled eggs with a pot of grits |
I done seen the worst, I been through a whole lot of shit |
You got the right to be quiet, you ain’t gotta snitch |
Bad foreign vibe, ass pokin' out her Prada 'fit |
Now we hit the mall and we ball, nigga, we coppin' shit |
Niggas ain’t really your dawg, watch who you rockin' with |
People who be claimin' they real but be the opposite |
He don’t want no smoke for real 'cause we on top of it |
Nigga, life without the team ain’t really livin', dawg |
Me, I’m on they shit, every chance I get, I’m killin' y’all |
Just ridin' 'round with rodents, nigga |
I heard it’s documents on the ahki bitch you niggas slidin' with |
Makin' statements, that ain’t gangster |