Lyrical Breakdown of Post Verified Lifestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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I don't even gotta-

Ford F-250, two of 'em

With the WiFi and the nitrous booster

You know how we do

Fuck, ooh

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Fuck

I'm feelin' like fuckin' you up (Fuck)

I still got the sig in the truck (Yeah)

I'm treatin' this bitch like a cuck, brrt, MAC, loadin' it up (Ya)

Hit your neck, and your back, and your blunt

Circle 'round and send you to the sun (Ah)

I don't hide from you bums (No)

I survived through the slums (Yeah)

When you die, they'll adjust (Adjust)

Fuck it, I'm breakin' you off (Uh, uh)

Bitch, I came back with the Hi-Point 'cause I know that you soft (I know it, I know it, I know it)

Never let 'em catch you slippin', kept my eyes wide like Kate Moss

Peggy 18

Let's get it

Boy, let's get it (Let's get it)

You know what? Um

You get put on the spot, and you're supposed to be talking about something

But you don't know what to talk about (Damn)

Like this very moment

That's right, that's what's goin' on right now

Huh?

That's what's goin' on right now

Yeah, um

Don't worry about it, you'll be okay

Hold on, nigga

It's just something I grew up on (Yeah)

We playin' with pencils for fun?

We playin' with pencils for fun

Mama said, "Don't rely on no gun"

That's why I'm fadin' you bums (Bah)

Label say that I'm fatal to fund

When I die, want all my enemies to take a sigh and say, "R.I.P."

And everyone that I don't fuck with, all of a sudden started fuckin' with me

Incredible, took an edible and throw my keyboard muttered to me (Ha)

Oh, you think you up and coming, G?

Nah, up and comers really think they me

Bitch, I'm Beanie Sigel, mixed with Beatles with a dash of DOOM at 98 degrees

So fuck a PO, I won't take a plea

I'm bungie jumpin' to my destiny

Post verified, 'cause these niggas really think a handle could handle me

It's the young, black Ali G (Pa)

Fallin' off before I catch a fee

Hit the Mueller, let me down with ease, baby

How you wanna turn me on?

I can never be alarmed

It's all

Your parameters have been set, and shit

Damn, Peggy

Damn-damn, Peggy

Damn, Peggy

Damn-damn, Peggy

Damn, Peggy

Damn-damn, Peggy

Damn, Peggy

Damn-damn, Peggy

Damn, Peggy

Damn-damn, Peggy

Damn, Peggy