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 fucking push me cause all of you niggas pussy I'm sick of these fucking rookies So tell the police to book me, no way you can overlook me Shit, 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 nigga Got his assistant pregnant, then I couldn't find the nigga Bobby Brown is my goddad, I'm cool with Beyoncé This industry is all bad, I'm though with fiancés Get a clue nigga, 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 Bitch 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 fucking in a sauna People be too analytical, everything I spit is biblical Nigga my life is a miracle, push it forward, Lil B, it's critical I am a great, fuck all the fakes They make the game a disgrace, my nigga 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 bitch Keep my name out your mouth, cause it ain't my cousin dick '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 bitch's tan line Beat bang like a band line, kick the shit, Jackie Chan time Illest nigga 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, nigga my money flew over the sea Fuck every one of you bitches to me Everybody keep on fucking 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? NIgga 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 motherfuckin 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 nigga I'm addicted to money, hoes, bright lights and liquor When I said fuck my fame, these bitches came quicker [Chorus] These niggas always got peanut butter, no jelly How in the fuck you got Kool-Aid, no sugar? And how you got the ham, no burger? Goddamn, goddamn These niggas got peanut butter, no jelly They always got Kool-Aid, no burger Guaranteed they got ham, no burger (What the fuck?) Goddamn, goddamn (I'm sick of playing with you motherfuckers) [Outro] I am the one and only, legendary, undisputable Immaculate, most incredible, Mr. Orlando Brown And when I find you niggas, you better duck!