JPZ, youre a genius
Not a Blood or a Crip, I do my own thing
Secret society, started my own gang
Your whip so clean, Im like, Shit, this whole thing?
Gas on the track like a match to the propane
Im laughing to the bank with a bag of the dank
Got a whole pack of Woods, bout half in the tank
Im headed down the highline to bust down a rollie
And send a box to the bus, down with the homies
They never seen another rapper who can go like this
Bitch, I might splurge slim, you aint cold like this
 women pimpin, a kiss
Im all in it, you all finished—lets blow this bitch
Peezy, Peezy, Peezy, cant you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
This is why they broke and youre so paid
Im with Daz 2-1 down in LBC
Call a direct when I need tree
Lil D told me he could see it in my eyes
40 knew from the jump, the young Peez was a god
Im with in the Hollywood hills
My ex-bitch hate my guts but she follow me still
Put the message in the puddin, make them swallow the pill
Pimp Cs in me so they gotta be trill
Rest in peace Mac Dre and the boy Fat Tone
I got prospects slappin when I get back home
Im the number one trap pick, Im Patrick Mahomes
Im back at it, its black magic, the package is gone
Peezy, Peezy, Peezy, cant you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
This is why they broke and youre so paid