pg baby - Remix

Uh, yeah

I can tell you ain't about to win

I can tell you ain't about to win

I can tell you ain't about to win, uh

Keep them trucks up on the railing just a little bit longer

Landing make you stronger

Skin to skin with everything I pondered

So we don't take dishonor for that

Run all my commas, out the way and it won't be a problem

All my brothers climbing, we repellent to the bottom

Every second spent to never have another autumn

That was back when everyday was solemn

Now they falling under me I'm leading every column

Meter doing jumping jacks, I'm leaning on the pedal

So much steam left on the asphalt, they fiending to say hello

Every season Imma blast off and reach that different level

Got my head up on a swivel and my hand close to the metal

Get the medal

Bring it back to Largo, that P.G. baby never settle

Easy day to get him silent tryna meddle

Veil adjacent to the pot, you bet not touch it 'til it settle

And I'm hitting every shot, boy that's them fucking fundamentals

Push it with conviction, hit this mission on the code

If they said that Veil was missing, that shit fiction on my soul

Ain't no permission I envision giving me a simple road

I'm gon' take that trek alone

I'm gon' get it back in gold

Never fitting in that mold

My reflection 1 of 1, these niggas sectioned into rows

My perception one and done, it's to the next soon as you fold

I attest I'm at they neck, I'm right above they collarbone

Bitch I cant trip 'bout shit 'cause I've fallen

Better feed my kin if you think about calling

I can tell you ain't about to win 'cause you stalling

I can tell u ain't about to win

Bitch I cant trip 'bout shit 'cause I've fallen

Better feed my kin if you think about calling

I can tell you ain't about to win 'cause you stalling

I can tell you ain't about to win

Uh, yeah

I can tell you ain't about to win

I can tell you ain't about to win

I can tell you ain't about to win, uh

Swim good through my stream of consciousness, so ponder this

Wondering what it was like to grow up in my pond I guess

Life is just a sandy beach

It's sitting on the sands of time

So with these mighty hands of mine

I'm close to Adam's most Devine

Float the mind on banks of memories

We had no chimneys

It's always hot

Frozen cups & quarter juices hit the spot

Almost forgot

Football in front the crib with no socks

And barely no shoes

Running back and forth on the block

With all the locals

Fist fights had us all falling out with each other

It's silly cause they my niggas but really they are brothers

In turn they all made me tougher but rougher around the edges

But most importantly see what's greater over the hedges

My name is DC baby

I ain't from D.C. baby

My dawg from PG, baby

And I'm from that Z3 Baby

Carol City stand up

Dade County stand up

You don't wanna drown in this wave

Throw your hands up

Bitch I cant trip 'bout shit 'cause I've fallen

Better feed my kin if you think about calling

I can tell you ain't about to win 'cause you stalling

I can tell you ain't about to win

Bitch I cant trip 'bout shit 'cause I've fallen

Better feed my kin if you think about calling

I can tell you ain't about to win 'cause you stalling

I can tell you ain't about to win

Uh, yeah

I can tell you ain't about to win, shawty

I can tell you ain't about to win

I can tell you ain't about to win, shawty

I can tell you ain't about to win, shawty

I can tell you ain't about to win

I can tell you ain't about to win, shawty

I can tell you ain't about to win