Pi’erre Bourne
Judge Scott Convicted
[Intro]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Did what I did what I had to n***a
I done robbed a lot of n***as 'cause I had to n***a
I ain't have no food on the table n***a
I ain't have no motherfucking cable n***a
Mama didn’t have no job, we wasn’t stable n***a
Had to go and get that gun so we were able n***a
Yeah, and I was runnin' them streets
Lowkey with the heat
I ain't have no fucking daddy
Yeah that gun was my pappy
Yeah that bitch made shit happen
Yeah that bitch started clapping
I was in the hood for real, young n***a started trapping
Fell in love with that rock and I swear it turned me up
Fell in love with them hundred dollars, I swear I ran it up
Fell in love with them bitches, man I swear I love to fuck
Where them percs at dawg?
Shit, you can pass me a molly, I go brazy on your ho
You can pass me a perc, I go slow up on the stroke
You can pass me the lean, I be sippin until I'm gone
God damn, rollin' up the gas so I can't think straight
So I can't think straight
Sippin' on the lean just to make the pain fade
I see a lot of n***as like to hate on the slime
Hate shit turn to a motherfuckin' crime
God damn n***a always motherfuckin' cryin'
All the time, you bitchin' all the time
I'm in the street for real, I'm gettin' this money all the time
They should've made this money shit a motherfuckin' crime
'cause I be getting this shit all the motherfuckin' time
Ain't flexing, but real convicted felon
I keep that felon on me and my dogs they not telling
I don't fuck with pussy, if you lame I don't smell it
I know you wasn't with me
Same n***as from day one, they on the block still with me