[Verse 1]
The only thing I know for sure is that I'm not the hottest
My jumper wasn't wet enough to drain the shot at college
I dump ridiculousness with shit that's fit to polish
And once you build it
They will come to watch it get demolished
I'm willing to proceed, to tell a whore a promise
By spilling Pusha T, the story of Adonis
Shine on the blind, you niggas don't feel it fine
Me and mine kicking rhymes and dip in the nick of time
Fortunately being this sick isn't a crime
You got a bone trying to pick it then get in line
Let me remind you fucking with me and mine
Leaves to Deevil axe of evil for sheeple to redefine (What up?)
Life is a chick and we commit to try'na fuck her face
I'm catching R&R reclining in a sunken place
The realest love is spillin' blood but just enough to taste
I'm known for filling up a couple jugs just in case
[Hook]
The snakes will lay in wait to imitate a fed
I'm just venerating P.A.N
While I'm generating gra-a-a-nds
[Verse 2]
These rappers acting like I'm acting like I got a problem
Man in the mirror told me, "yo it's not your job to stop 'em"
Believe or not, you see me swinging cock but not to block 'em
Reject the props, connect the dots, and drop another possum
And as they lay in dead, the Deevil lay awake in bed
Dismembering 'em, headed home to decorate the head
I'm finna get the bag, you sick and sad, I'm making bread
I kill a set with no regrets unless I break a leg
Meanwhile I'm hanging 10 for 10 and to be tidal wavy
I'm entertained by kicking game at those who try to play me
They say, "Okay go 'head" and pray you got the right to save me
The streets keep watch, I'm outta sight and nothing like a Jay-Z
I'm scrying in the mirror, clear as any crack of dawn
Writing all night, it's like I'm on some kinda clapathon
The nerds prefer to learn the words so they can rap along
And cut the corners off the block the others trappin' on
[Hook]
The snakes will lay in wait to imitate a fed
I'm just venerating P.A.N
While I'm generating gra-a-a-nds
[Verse 3]
I rolled most the weed up so I need to re-up
I hit up my plug from a seat with my feet up
My girl mad at me, I keep leaving the seat up
And beating my meat till I skeet on her D-cups
Suppose and I heat up, you too froze to keep up
I'm bad to the bone, come along when you creep up
Known to condone any clone screaming, "We suck"
Life is a chick, only bitch letting me cut
Your homies should be cut for serving me beef but
Opinions like assholes and those you should keep shut
Cypher's complete, seeing me, walking three months
I'm deep in the street, killing beats with a heap of
Heat in the freezer, I keep getting features
Both of your knees and your lips finna be bust
And just cause you see bros those not my amigos
Frenemies might feel like I really need those
I'm not dumb as they think but too numb to be son
I cancel the season and replay the rerun
The game is all over, roll credits cause we done
It takes one to know one but no one could be one
[Hook]
The snakes will lay in wait to imitate a fed
I'm just venerating P.A.N
While I'm generating gra-a-a-nds
[Outro]
Aw shit, aye hold up
Run that third verse
That's
P.A.N. was written by Info Gates & Godemis.
P.A.N. was produced by Info Gates.