"Well Fair" lyrics
(feat. Starlito)
Yeah, yeah
Any nigga, yeah, yeah
Go against the
I'ma be right here
Naw, for real, I'ma be right here (Yeah)
We ain't goin' nowhere
Ah, Lito
Ah
Bro, chill, let 'em live, they don't know no better
They your sons, they probably wish you had wrote them a letter
Fake could never be real, at least you know they gon' be hoes forever
And I know you know we know they know we two of the coldest ever (Step Brothers)
Go to all our shows with felons that can't legally tote a weapon
Arriving with some hired guns that subscribe the same code of ethics
Talkin', naw, it don't impress me, go'n and press me, I'm gonna press that button
With no safety switch, unload in a lil' more than a second
Nah, I prefer precision, laser-focused, perfect vision
Pick you off from long distance, nah, it ain't gon' work, forget it
Handicap parking, I'm worth a ticket
Damn near heartless, can't hurt my feelings
Grinding so hard through the worst conditions
Better go to church for forgiveness (Ah)
I still got the same homies from when I first was gettin' it (Grind Hard)
My DNA all in your music, shoulda signed the birth certificate
Oughta dumb it down and write a hook sometime, the verse too intricate
This shit for life, it ain't a person on this Earth could end this shit (Lito)
Yeah
Let that bitch breathe
Lito
Let that bitch breathe
'Preciate that, Craig
Say let this bitch breathe, bunch of filthy rich thieves
Every nigga with me I known since I was fifteen
Call the bank a salad bar, my pocket full of mixed greens
Sure I got the big head 'cause, baby, I got big dreams
I ain't got no conscience, though, this motherfucker guilt-free
All about my Monterey, I'll turn you into Swiss cheese
I see the bigger picture, though, my vision's on a big screen
But I got dirt on my hands that I can't seem to rinse clean
Fuck who ain't on Trip's team, motherfuck the other side
I been cuttin' friends off ever since my brother died
Family over everything, so on and so forth
You don't belong on my boat if you don't grab a boat oar
I know we used to hang more back when we was dope boys
But we ain't got shit to show for it and we stuck if we don't go forward
I don't think any less of you, sorry, I just want more
And you happy with what you got, so now I'm on my own course
I got too many mouths to feed and I can't fill the fridge with no excuses
So when life give me lemons, I gotta cut them shits and juice 'em and make lemonade
They say when you get too comfortable at home, it's time to renovate
My home ain't got no empty space
I chance it every risk I take, I know I probably sealed my fate
But I can't wait for lady luck to strike 'cause I got bills to pay
Get killed if you step in my way and that probably make you feel some way
But I seen mama work too fuckin' hard to make a living wage
A job for every kid she raised and I tell you all of that to say
I still think that she did okay 'cause she kept us off of Section 8
Long live Pif
Yeah
I still think that she did okay, she kept us off of Section 8
Long live Pif
Any nigga, yeah, yeah
Go against the
I'ma be right here
Naw, for real, I'ma be right here (Yeah)
We ain't goin' nowhere
Ah, Lito
Ah
Bro, chill, let 'em live, they don't know no better
They your sons, they probably wish you had wrote them a letter
Fake could never be real, at least you know they gon' be hoes forever
And I know you know we know they know we two of the coldest ever (Step Brothers)
Go to all our shows with felons that can't legally tote a weapon
Arriving with some hired guns that subscribe the same code of ethics
Talkin', naw, it don't impress me, go'n and press me, I'm gonna press that button
With no safety switch, unload in a lil' more than a second
Nah, I prefer precision, laser-focused, perfect vision
Pick you off from long distance, nah, it ain't gon' work, forget it
Handicap parking, I'm worth a ticket
Damn near heartless, can't hurt my feelings
Grinding so hard through the worst conditions
Better go to church for forgiveness (Ah)
I still got the same homies from when I first was gettin' it (Grind Hard)
My DNA all in your music, shoulda signed the birth certificate
Oughta dumb it down and write a hook sometime, the verse too intricate
This shit for life, it ain't a person on this Earth could end this shit (Lito)
Yeah
Let that bitch breathe
Lito
Let that bitch breathe
'Preciate that, Craig
Say let this bitch breathe, bunch of filthy rich thieves
Every nigga with me I known since I was fifteen
Call the bank a salad bar, my pocket full of mixed greens
Sure I got the big head 'cause, baby, I got big dreams
I ain't got no conscience, though, this motherfucker guilt-free
All about my Monterey, I'll turn you into Swiss cheese
I see the bigger picture, though, my vision's on a big screen
But I got dirt on my hands that I can't seem to rinse clean
Fuck who ain't on Trip's team, motherfuck the other side
I been cuttin' friends off ever since my brother died
Family over everything, so on and so forth
You don't belong on my boat if you don't grab a boat oar
I know we used to hang more back when we was dope boys
But we ain't got shit to show for it and we stuck if we don't go forward
I don't think any less of you, sorry, I just want more
And you happy with what you got, so now I'm on my own course
I got too many mouths to feed and I can't fill the fridge with no excuses
So when life give me lemons, I gotta cut them shits and juice 'em and make lemonade
They say when you get too comfortable at home, it's time to renovate
My home ain't got no empty space
I chance it every risk I take, I know I probably sealed my fate
But I can't wait for lady luck to strike 'cause I got bills to pay
Get killed if you step in my way and that probably make you feel some way
But I seen mama work too fuckin' hard to make a living wage
A job for every kid she raised and I tell you all of that to say
I still think that she did okay 'cause she kept us off of Section 8
Long live Pif
Yeah
I still think that she did okay, she kept us off of Section 8
Long live Pif
