[Sample]
I'm the rookie of the year, look at my b*tch, look at my—
I'm the rookie of the year, look at my b*tch, look at my gear
And my style, not coming near
That's what all these n*ggas fear
But, y'all not stopping sh*t, not stopping nothing, y'all dismissed
Pep and Pooh Bear on my wrist, and Pappy won't let Kemo—
[Intro]
This is... 3 P'Z The Mixtape
All hail King Pappy
Mosey World!
I'm a Pep Boy!
[Chorus]
I'm the rookie of the year, look at my b*tch, look at my gear
And my style, not coming near
That's what all these n*ggas fear
But, y'all not stopping sh*t, not stopping nothing, y'all dismissed
Pep and Pooh Bear on my wrist, and Pappy won't let Kemo pivot
3 P'Z, Streetz got that sh*t tatted on his face
Free them killers out the county, Lord please let 'em skate
f*ck the judge, f*ck the court system, and f*ck the Jakes
Watch when I sign that deal, bro 'nem behind bars gon' be straight
[Verse]
It don't matter what's the price, bond money gon' get payed
Spazz keep that Nina with him, you'll think they on a date
Boy, this rapping sh*t easy, yeah, this sh*t a piece of cake
I remember I was young as hell toting that SK
Now I'm taking off, finna put the block on the map
I get money by finessing, you'll think I owned a trap
They was sleeping on me, now it's hard for them to take a nap
Not Da Bopper, I don't bop
I'd rather flex, I'd rather dab
All these hoes like me, tryna kick it like Lee
But I cuffed a red bone with some freckles, that's my wifey
She be tryna fight me, but that's only when we f*ck
Ten times I make her bust, now take it easy, baby, hush
Then I pop out on some gang sh*t
Boy, I'll never change, b*tch
Losing while you cruisin', get caught lackin' switchin' lanes, b*tch
I just need them M's, ain't really with that fame sh*t
Them n*ggas in the industry, foo
I ain't with that lame sh*t
But I'ma stay flee, with the blicka stuck on me
I just drop L's, and throw up P's
From the Pole, that's where it freeze
And sh*t, I'm on the Pole, with the biggest f*cking pole
Take your biggest f*cking soul, then roll that to some dope
I ain't gon' play, 3 P'Z that's the tape
And you know I'm smoking dope
Aye, I call that sh*t Blake
Then I call it E.J., or I call A.J
sh*t, I be going nuts, just like PayDay's
Never ran from a man that can bleed like me
I'll punch a n*gga up if he tryna fight me
But I'd rather blow him down; shoot a movie, Spike Lee
Blood leaking from his head down to his white tee
It ain't hard to find me, I'm on the Pole where it's cold
Catch me right on Pratt Street, with some poles and my bros
n*ggas tried to patch me, did I fold? That's a no!
Now your man's in the dirt with some Loc's and some Foes