Peter Parker

What up? What up? What up?

What up? It's been a while, feels like we're losing touch

Cause you don't ever write me, too busy doing stuff

We used to be the tightest, thick as a band of thieves

I watch my life evolve away for you to answer me

See, I'm in isolation, I been alone a minute

I thought I'd try it out, now I'm just going with it

A gift to go to prison, I'm toting on my limits

Only to break my limits, escape before they break me

The clock is staring at me, pressure is breathing on me

They made me general, I'm expected to feed the army

That's why I'm drinking light, say "Goodnight", leave the party

Cause we don't need a Farley,

rather you Petter park me

With great responsibility there comes a greater weight

Deeper than shaking ass, heavy as 808s

Digging my tunnel out, this is the great escape

Paving the way for Ces and the rest of my label mates

* * * * I never, really got my shit together

I'm * * and believing I'm about to pull the ledger

Prescription for the pressure, medicine on the dresser

Jumping from the turnbuckle, I'm going out like The Wrestler

Yes, sir, the tide is turning, sure as the world is burning

I take a shot of tequila and that's to put the worm in

The city's full of vermin, like when I quarantine it

Blow up the world to survive and then start a war on Venus

Where the hell am I going? I know nobody's knowing

I chuck a deuce and fly which ever way the wind is blowing

I don't worship the devil, she don't worship me either

But we got something in common in fact, we're non-believers

The poet trigger's potent, the paint is on the palet

The pain flew out the pen and, the blood is on the mallet

The landscape is callous, fucker, we're in it, believe it

Unless you can tell me a better way to spit it

Coming to get at you, got it coming

Now get to running, you suckers ain't spitting nothing

Go 'head and kick the bucket, go get a * and duck it

Well, do they bring the ruckus? Nah, this shit's snuggish

And we don't * the rubbish, so nothing was fit to publish

Cousin, we getting money, some of you wish I wasn't

But we don't give a fuck if you hate it or if you love it

Don't be a dick, I made it, we've been officiated

Yo, why these chickens acting like they're so sophisticated?

You know we love the ladies, oh, that ain't nothing, baby

When I get loose with my tongue and get fucking crazy

I wonder why do they underrate us?

If you don't like to gamble then why would you come to Vegas?

I'm right in your fucking faces

I know they're hating on us, but I don't know the reason

Nobody gave a crawling fuck before we started eating

I'm well aware that talking shit is just a part of preaching

I paint a picture on the vellum while the pipes are leaking

Somebody call the plummer, my phone is out of service

Inside it don't affect me, on the surface I'm nervous

Now what we're on the team, I'm in a stranger place

They say "Just keep it Ces", * * I'll paint your face

Then I reply "I got it," I don't need you to leave me

You Belladonna, hold me, I'm saying "Suck it easy"

You do enough to please me,

Writing a lightning and like it or not, well, Abu Dhabi