Keep It Thoro

[Intro]

Oh, y'all niggas killers now—oh, word?

Catch you coming out your fucking crib, nigga

Yeah, catch a fucking bullet, nigga

[Verse 1]

Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills

Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels

Write a book full of medicine and generate mils

Tour the album, only for more sales

We used to catch those on the block with crills

Now, it's paid shows, promoters post up bills

Sign deals only if the math is real

If we can't match numbers, then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge and shit

Live-nigga-rhymes artist

Pardon, P-dub shines regardless

Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeist

My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice

Before you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?

Loose niggas make the news when we start forming

Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often

Don't embarrass yo' delf, you way out your jurisdiction

While niggas bullshit on the grill

I don't fuck around, dunny—it's most real

I keep it thoro, nigga

[Break]

Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo

[Verse 2]

While niggas bullshit on the grill

I don't fuck around, dunny—it's most real

I gave birth to your whole style and feel

How do it feel to hold my dick in public?

Cockblower, duplicate rap cloner

It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo

I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools

Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove

Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy

Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi

Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy

Ayo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty

I rap like no one out there can fuck with me

You feel different, nigga, see me

I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say, "P, you crazy"

A pain in the ass—nah, but fuck you, pay me

I'm no shorty, nigga, I stop your glory

I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me

Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice

I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price

When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me

You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me

Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin

Kill me so I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens

You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass

And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash

Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it

Heavy airplay all day with no chorus

I keep it thoro, nigga