Look At Me

[Sample]
I'm the rookie of the year, look at my bitch, look at my—
I'm the rookie of the year, look at my bitch, look at my gear
And my style, not coming near
That's what all these niggas fear
But, y'all not stopping shit, 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 bitch, look at my gear
And my style, not coming near
That's what all these niggas fear
But, y'all not stopping shit, 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 shit tatted on his face
Free them killers out the county, Lord please let 'em skate
Fuck the judge, fuck the court system, and fuck 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 shit easy, yeah, this shit 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 fuck
Ten times I make her bust, now take it easy, baby, hush
Then I pop out on some gang shit
Boy, I'll never change, bitch
Losing while you cruisin', get caught lackin' switchin' lanes, bitch
I just need them M's, ain't really with that fame shit
Them niggas in the industry, foo
I ain't with that lame shit
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 shit, I'm on the Pole, with the biggest fucking pole
Take your biggest fucking 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 shit Blake
Then I call it E.J., or I call A.J
Shit, I be going nuts, just like PayDay's
Never ran from a man that can bleed like me
I'll punch a nigga 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
Niggas 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