Pardon Me Lyrics - Rocko

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A nigga so fly that I should have been a pilot 

I know a nigga rap but I could have been a stylist 

Feel like a jeweler 'cause I rock so many diamonds (bling) 

Could never run for president, my past too violent 

Fam so broke that I had to start grindin' 

Why I'm lookin' bummy? Everybody else shinin' 

Turned into a burglarer and did a couple break-ins 

Started as a corner boy, then turned into a kingpin 

Walkin' in Magic lookin' like I were El Chapo 

Hot damn Gucci, that's a cold-blooded Hublot 

I can't even fuck with one hoe, I need two 

And you ain't gotta call hoe, I don't need you 

Jumpin' out a car with no roof in a suit hoe 

What type of nigga do the shit that I do hoe? 

Started as a group, but I'm so dope I went solo 

Get your ass knocked off and call it free promo 

Chopper make a nigga back crack like Romo 

Gucci go hard on a bitch, no homo 

Pull up in an 18-wheeler, me dolo 

Feelin' like Sosa was born to move yayo 

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Life's about taking risks 

I told my baby pray for me, I'm tryna be all I can be 

Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me? 

I'm just tryna be all I can be 

Tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me 

I'm just tryna be all I can be 

I'm just tryna see all that I can see 

Never mind me, I'm tryna be all I can be 

Ay, they wanna know, how does it feel to be a star? 

How's it feel to ride around the house for your car? 

How does it feel to not have to sell that raw? 

I'm told 'em I'm way more paranoid 'cause now they hate me more 

They say, "Rock, how does it feel to be last of a dying breed?" 

You pump life into these streets, they were in dire need 

Off that real shit, that softest, that uncut, that raw 

That shit that they jam to everyday when they jump up 

The law, the word, they meet me in the AM 

My voice I bring the gate in, in the evenings, still beatin' me 

Hit the club still playing, still playing when they leavin' 

(How does that make you feel?) 

It feels good, they believe me 

They receive me, I am how they perceive me 

I put my soul into these lyrics, listen, you will hear it 

Backseat Mulsanne, drop top and the don 

Where would the streets be without the Trap God and the don? 

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Life's about taking risks 

I told my baby pray for me, I'm tryna be all I can be 

Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me? 

I'm just tryna be all I can be 

Tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me 

I'm just tryna be all I can be 

I'm just tryna see all that I can see 

Never mind me, I'm tryna be all I can be 

Fuck your CEO and tell 'em King Gucci said that 

'Cause I ain't never ever hit a lick and brought the bread back 

That's your CEO? We used to gamble for his contract 

I damn near lost his first three albums playin' blackjack 

Standin' in the trap, catchin' J's in my wavecap 

Cappin' 'bout none of these niggas rappin' 'bout a fake trap 

Call Ghostbusters 'cause these niggas sellin' ghost crack 

Point 'em to the kitchen and the nigga need a robe 

Put me in the kitchen and I might just bring a whole back 

Put a hole in a nigga head, tell him "hold that" 

This that eggbeater music, get it out the bowl rap 

This that wife beater music, sell it while it wet rap 

You a dick rider and I never will respect that 

Came out, took my set back, I know they didn't expect that 

Gucci worth eight figures, but he tryna stretch that 

My partner turned informer on me, never woulda guessed that 

Life's about taking risks 

I told my baby pray for me, I'm tryna be all I can be 

Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me? 

I'm just tryna be all I can be 

Tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me 

I'm just tryna be all I can be 

I'm just tryna see all that I can see 

Never mind me, I'm tryna be all I can be, ay