Ayy, I'm the Prince of the East
You niggas know that though, don't you
I'm the Prince of the East
Hold on, I'm the Prince of this shit
Insane ape, man
Hold on, bitch
I don't give a f*ck who you callin
This B nigga playin
Niggas don't need the laws in this bitch
I ain't talkin' Atlanta
We hawkin' this shit
Got the apes outside
They stalkin' this shit
Like I mentioned at the border
We gettin' paid
We got that money
We gettin' fed
By any means, it's a brick in our head
Posted in the trap
Got a brick in our head
Hashtag a nigga
Turned her ass to a chimp
No Purple Rain
But bitch, I'm the Prince
My trap has drugs
Like a criminal on a fence
We out through sticks
But no, we ain't killin
We walk to that dance
And got hit like a amp
Wet it all up
We ain't leavin' it down
We playin' in the stomach
Ain't talkin' bout cramps
Nigga, I off the skull
I'm the motherf*ckin' champ
Got my bag on his head
Nigga, f*ck the bag
Run off the bag
Like I'm Usain Bolt
Bitch, four-five
This bitch, you're a cold
F*ck takin' a slice
Nigga, I want his loaf
He got shot in his mouth
Guess he shouldn't have spoke
He was talkin' that shit
Closed him shut like a toast
At 15, this bitch my maracas
Way back in school
Had that shit in my lockers
Nigga, just like a eye
I got it cocked
Yeah, I'm Jdub
The one with the drop
Get it in like Scott
But my name not Scott
No reason, reason, bitch
We get it hot
It's one in the head
Like Chris Bosh
Nigga, it's war
So I need info
Prince of the East
Bitch, this an intro
Can't remember the last time
I shot out a window
I don't f*ck you in the streets
And you still on the curb
I'm bangin' the gang
I put down with the third
You niggas be testin
That's a sister from Phineas and Ferb
Bitch, I'm a G
But my name ain't herb
Bad lil' bitch
And the hoe got curves
She gon' eat the dick
Better feed yo' hoe
Nigga, I run the game
Like a PS4
Ape gang strapped up
Like G.I. Joe
Got street shoes
But not the sweet pop flow
Nigga, Might got guns
But we got more
We gon' cross nigga out
Like Tic-Tac-Toe
We gon' get the front
Then kick back
We gon' step on a nigga
Like some shit on the floor
Oh, that was your bitch
I didn't even know
Even at the red lights
Bitch, you on go
He was talkin' that shit
And that's a tag on his toe
Post up in Glenn Gordon
And I'm crackin' a four
On blood
Bitch, I ain't ain't know
F*ck the opps, nigga
Bitch, that nigga
I'm first to the East, nigga
F*ck the other side, nigga
Nigga, where the S on this
Be on the way, nigga
F*ck all you niggas
Know what I'm sayin'
Gunshot
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Ayy, I'm the Prince of the East
You niggas know that though, don't you
I'm the Prince of the East
Hold on, I'm the Prince of this shit
Insane ape, man
Hold on, bitch
I don't give a f*ck who you callin
This B nigga playin
Niggas don't need the laws in this bitch
I ain't talkin' Atlanta
We hawkin' this shit
Got the apes outside
They stalkin' this shit
Like I mentioned at the border
We gettin' paid
We got that money
We gettin' fed
By any means, it's a brick in our head
Posted in the trap
Got a brick in our head
Hashtag a nigga
Turned her ass to a chimp
No Purple Rain
But bitch, I'm the Prince
My trap has drugs
Like a criminal on a fence
We out through sticks
But no, we ain't killin
We walk to that dance
And got hit like a amp
Wet it all up
We ain't leavin' it down
We playin' in the stomach
Ain't talkin' bout cramps
Nigga, I off the skull
I'm the motherf*ckin' champ
Got my bag on his head
Nigga, f*ck the bag
Run off the bag
Like I'm Usain Bolt
Bitch, four-five
This bitch, you're a cold
F*ck takin' a slice
Nigga, I want his loaf
He got shot in his mouth
Guess he shouldn't have spoke
He was talkin' that shit
Closed him shut like a toast
At 15, this bitch my maracas
Way back in school
Had that shit in my lockers
Nigga, just like a eye
I got it cocked
Yeah, I'm Jdub
The one with the drop
Get it in like Scott
But my name not Scott
No reason, reason, bitch
We get it hot
It's one in the head
Like Chris Bosh
Nigga, it's war
So I need info
Prince of the East
Bitch, this an intro
Can't remember the last time
I shot out a window
I don't f*ck you in the streets
And you still on the curb
I'm bangin' the gang
I put down with the third
You niggas be testin
That's a sister from Phineas and Ferb
Bitch, I'm a G
But my name ain't herb
Bad lil' bitch
And the hoe got curves
She gon' eat the dick
Better feed yo' hoe
Nigga, I run the game
Like a PS4
Ape gang strapped up
Like G.I. Joe
Got street shoes
But not the sweet pop flow
Nigga, Might got guns
But we got more
We gon' cross nigga out
Like Tic-Tac-Toe
We gon' get the front
Then kick back
We gon' step on a nigga
Like some shit on the floor
Oh, that was your bitch
I didn't even know
Even at the red lights
Bitch, you on go
He was talkin' that shit
And that's a tag on his toe
Post up in Glenn Gordon
And I'm crackin' a four
On blood
Bitch, I ain't ain't know
F*ck the opps, nigga
Bitch, that nigga
I'm first to the East, nigga
F*ck the other side, nigga
Nigga, where the S on this
Be on the way, nigga
F*ck all you niggas
Know what I'm sayin'
Gunshot
You niggas know that though, don't you
I'm the Prince of the East
Hold on, I'm the Prince of this shit
Insane ape, man
Hold on, bitch
I don't give a f*ck who you callin
This B nigga playin
Niggas don't need the laws in this bitch
I ain't talkin' Atlanta
We hawkin' this shit
Got the apes outside
They stalkin' this shit
Like I mentioned at the border
We gettin' paid
We got that money
We gettin' fed
By any means, it's a brick in our head
Posted in the trap
Got a brick in our head
Hashtag a nigga
Turned her ass to a chimp
No Purple Rain
But bitch, I'm the Prince
My trap has drugs
Like a criminal on a fence
We out through sticks
But no, we ain't killin
We walk to that dance
And got hit like a amp
Wet it all up
We ain't leavin' it down
We playin' in the stomach
Ain't talkin' bout cramps
Nigga, I off the skull
I'm the motherf*ckin' champ
Got my bag on his head
Nigga, f*ck the bag
Run off the bag
Like I'm Usain Bolt
Bitch, four-five
This bitch, you're a cold
F*ck takin' a slice
Nigga, I want his loaf
He got shot in his mouth
Guess he shouldn't have spoke
He was talkin' that shit
Closed him shut like a toast
At 15, this bitch my maracas
Way back in school
Had that shit in my lockers
Nigga, just like a eye
I got it cocked
Yeah, I'm Jdub
The one with the drop
Get it in like Scott
But my name not Scott
No reason, reason, bitch
We get it hot
It's one in the head
Like Chris Bosh
Nigga, it's war
So I need info
Prince of the East
Bitch, this an intro
Can't remember the last time
I shot out a window
I don't f*ck you in the streets
And you still on the curb
I'm bangin' the gang
I put down with the third
You niggas be testin
That's a sister from Phineas and Ferb
Bitch, I'm a G
But my name ain't herb
Bad lil' bitch
And the hoe got curves
She gon' eat the dick
Better feed yo' hoe
Nigga, I run the game
Like a PS4
Ape gang strapped up
Like G.I. Joe
Got street shoes
But not the sweet pop flow
Nigga, Might got guns
But we got more
We gon' cross nigga out
Like Tic-Tac-Toe
We gon' get the front
Then kick back
We gon' step on a nigga
Like some shit on the floor
Oh, that was your bitch
I didn't even know
Even at the red lights
Bitch, you on go
He was talkin' that shit
And that's a tag on his toe
Post up in Glenn Gordon
And I'm crackin' a four
On blood
Bitch, I ain't ain't know
F*ck the opps, nigga
Bitch, that nigga
I'm first to the East, nigga
F*ck the other side, nigga
Nigga, where the S on this
Be on the way, nigga
F*ck all you niggas
Know what I'm sayin'
Gunshot
Writer: Jdub 5
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