Pimp

I'm outta my body sum like a ghost i'm sippin the purple potion now i'm stuck

Tired of these n***** claming that they so real but it turns out they really bluff

I cant be linking up with all my folks cause still it be hard for me to feel the love

I got in my bag now that i'm up that's the reason we popping bottles in the club

Autographs for my fans, i'm packing the stands

I picture my name flying on a blimp

I kept it real with you from the jump, but turned out I lied to you like a simp

Bitches be flockin' when we hit the party and you know the vibes when he hit the strip

Designer my jeans, jacket and my tee

And you probably can't see but baby i'm a pimp

I got a treesh bitch from the bronx