[Verse 1: Sideshow]
Fading away, tryna sleep only
My name so long, please don't speak on it
Eleven letters in the first part
A hundred shots, this my response
She know I love it, we don't speak often
I pray for peace, don't see peace often
I keep a piece just to be cautious
I'm in the east til the Ps gone
Then headed west for the cheap prices
Bring it home, washing three times' it
Me and and the money got an understanding
When I bring that little bitch back, double that; rubber banding
I love the money but its too demanding
It be occupying too much of my mind, I can't understand shit
I love my brother, lend an open hand
I tossed the butter with the over-hand
And let it stutter on your hating ass, needed a route just to get to that
Fuck that clout, I need more grams
Need penthouse, open floor plans
This new jacket cost me two hundred
This za pound cost me four bands
I love the money, love to get to it
I hit the bank with the slow dance, I'm getting new money
I tell the teller "I need all tens"
I'm reunited with some old friends, I'm feeling real silly
[Verse 2: MIKE]
And niggas thought I let it slide but it's still in me
Growing up afraid of heights but the hills pretty
I'm tryna make rent, all this drunk my brain got tryna make sense
And secrets seem to bring fog, ain't seen a day yet
And don't niggas do time for a statement?
Affiliated with the mob not JPEG
I swear this city got smog, you could taste death
I'm always filling up the law, keep me patient
And blood strained it out the Gods but the ache left
Plus I thought moving with my heart would make me hate less
Who gon' weigh in?
Who gon' tell em nothing changed when you complaining?
Lost feelings 'cause the calm make the rain dense
The soft niggas in the war turned to apex
And salt with em 'cause his dogs seem to 'brace him
My paws bigger, I be mauling in the pavement
Can't walk with us, be the flaws of complacent
For the cause I'm abrasive
Another day another walk around the same shit
My brother hate another, sparking inspiration
I peeped the phases, for green? face it
I don't mean to be a star, at least favorite
Me? If I don't to up the bar, at least change it
If I don't get to see tomorrow, speak sacred
Sorry for the love that I borrowed, reclaim-
Nah, reclaim it
HP Sport was written by Roper Williams & MIKE & Sideshow.
HP Sport was produced by Roper Williams.