Artist: PRhyme Album: PRhyme Song: PRhyme Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] Gather round, gather round Witness the memoirs of 5'9" bein read as he sees it fit Police sirens behind him while he's drivin instantly causes butterflies in his stomach even though he's legit {*DJ Premier scratches*} "Now brothers and sisters, they have not stopped." "It's about to hit the fan - what is it? Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick!" [Royce Da 5'9"] Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic I still write like it's my son was born knight I'm tired of swingin on these niggaz, man these niggaz can't even fight I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleedin on my Nikes Uh, Marshall said that I'll be a problem if I get my shit, right That, if it's probably the biggest if, I ever live, by Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip, by I need it to be inebriated to prevent me from gettin shy That's better than gettin shot, that's a much more healthier endin I'm runnin this race all by myself, my competition's in the Selfie Olympics Comin back with a vengeance in L.V. or vintage Anybody got a problem with me winnin this shit shall be offended [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime The crown, is on, that's how you determine a don PRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime I ain't, never, fallin, off [Royce Da 5'9"] Then a car pulls up on the side of me An attractive woman is in it eyein me tryin to get my attention But I just play the victim Like, "What do you want from me?" Then I pull off like ERRT! My nigga, my nigga, my nigga - you don't know what it feels like to be tired of fuckin these hoes, it's just hard to stay alive these days I can't end up on no more collages on bitches I-G pages They see these cars then they wanna be reality TV stars Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic I still write like it's my son was born knight I'm tired of cheatin on my wife, man these bitches just ain't right Can't even kiss them in they mouths, too many dicks been in they diet Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins call you vet You start to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two-step They come in the league like A.I. with they new look and that crossover Move and they make that old shit seem useless But I'm ballin I can afford to hire somebody to try to break all of they legs like Tonya Harding Seem like the Feds be like "Fuck honesty!" My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down, then signed to the Duck Dynasty [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Make the money my nigga {"aight"} get your money But don't let the shit make you, now deal with that I lost a whole bunch of money chasin bitches But I never lost no bitches chasin money, how real is that? Only time a woman made a man a millionaire was when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is that? My nigga, get you a fly chick and a drop top And when she piss you off, do me a favor, hop in that bitch and peel it back I already got one - all these bitches be doin is playin musical chairs with different rappers' front seats without callin shotgun Face it, you a hoe - as God as my witness, that paper's my litmus I take it then I dip with it, then I, wait for the result And the verdict is in, now that I'm sober niggaz is sayin it's over Couple of niggaz had to off 'em; couple of bitches mad cause I'm off 'em Either that or they think that my life is so good my nights be sunny "Oh, he only been so quiet cause he been spendin that +Lighters+ money" Man, these people spend too much time predictin what's on your mind up until the time you non-existent In the midst of all my success and my failures I'm just out here strugglin Guess that's what happens in rappin when you in yo' motherfuckin prime, prime