P.B.N.J. lyrics

[Intro]
Living life in the last lane, chea!
All truth, no gimmicks!

[Verse]
I remember selling coke out of Raven house
God bless the dead, tell 'em that the plague is out
Don’t f*cking push me cause all of you n*ggas pus*y
I'm sick of these f*cking rookies
So tell the police to book me, no way you can overlook me
sh*t, I told Ashley Tisdale that she would be a star
Asked Kyla Pratt to be my girlfriend in a sports car
And T-Pain was about to sign a n*gga
Got his assistant pregnant, then I couldn't find the n*gga
Bobby Brown is my goddad, I’m cool with Beyoncé
This industry is all bad, I'm though with fiancés
Get a clue n*gga, crime pays, Mickey money I saved
You riding my time wave, I trouble the living dead
All my clothes designer, I'm a over shiner
Dolce and Gabbana, bank full of commas
Quick to pull a llama, eating Benihanas
Cup full of PAMA, call me Osama
b*tch I'm O.B. Bama, all about the drama
Bring your house trauma, cat and mouse saga
That's my alma mater, I renounced Prada
Got your baby mama f*cking in a sauna
People be too analytical, everything I spit is biblical
n*gga my life is a miracle, push it forward, Lil B, it's critical
I am a great, f*ck all the fakes
They make the game a disgrace, my n*gga stay in your place
Puffing weed, sipping Ace, now my mind outer space
Reinvented my face, so I'm beating the case
(Ain't nobody got time for that) Crack smoking pessimistic
Insecure surrogate kid having b*tch
Keep my name out your mouth, cause it ain’t my cousin di*k
’Fore you meet an angry fan and have a miscarriage quick
Lickety split, trick
Lost Boy, Peter Pan mind, overstand me, understand time
Back when people only had a landline
I'll be quick to lick your b*tch’s tan line
Beat bang like a band line, kick the sh*t, Jackie Chan time
Illest n*gga that you can find, walking perfect on a thin line
I pledge allegiance to the United States of Orlando
Home of the brave, land of E, n*gga my money flew over the sea
f*ck every one of you b*tches to me
Everybody keep on f*cking with me
I am the truth, how could this be?
I opened the doors and parted the sea
God is with me faithfully and I thank him gratefully
No more will you wait for me, what more can they take from me?
n*gga my tune looney, playing basketball with George Clooney
Hi to the hoes that blew me
Chopped and screwed me, though they never knew me
Eat the love, kill the hate, sip the wine
And brotherhood alliance initiation is blind
When I die, it's gon be a tragic hour
A motherf*ckin tragic hour
And I ain't see nobody in my tax bracket
Chilling in the hood with the have-nots who have this power
I, I, I, I get it, 365 ways
Life behind bars is the highest that crime pays
Step up your taste a little, you gotta hate the middle
Disgracing everything you aimed for to be belittled
Grew up, I blew up now I'm dating my baby sitter
Nobody knew I was the product of a crazy n*gga
I’m addicted to money, hoes, bright lights and liquor
When I said f*ck my fame, these b*tches came quicker
[Chorus]
These n*ggas always got peanut butter, no jelly
How in the f*ck you got Kool-Aid, no sugar?
And how you got the ham, no burger?
Goddamn, goddamn
These n*ggas got peanut butter, no jelly
They always got Kool-Aid, no burger
Guaranteed they got ham, no burger (What the f*ck?)
Goddamn, goddamn (I'm sick of playing with you motherf*ckers)

[Outro]
I am the one and only, legendary, undisputable
Immaculate, most incredible, Mr. Orlando Brown
And when I find you n*ggas, you better duck!