Styles P Simulation Lyrics

[Intro]
Shit may be a simulation, beloved
I have no f*ckin' idea, ya know?
I'll tell you this though, if it is a simulation
Be the real motherf*cker in that motherf*cker
Ya know? Yeah

[Verse]
It's really wicked what money do
When you can see what the money do
He got a skirt and a purse and they gossip a lot
That's the same shit that honeys do
Maybe it's not, maybe it's different
Maybe I'm bugging, maybe I'm tripping
Thought I was sturdy maybe I'm slipping
But back then you did the selling, not the sniffing
Something went wrong up in the kitchen
Nowadays they doing both
My gеneration's fault, we needed to keep ‘еm close
But you see, you can't see when you pushing v
And the money came from A'KI
The blind and the deaf
And the dumb can't guide you
You get to it become a hallway idol
I know I got PTSD
Talking to myself, take it easy SP
Praying to the lord can you please protect me
Don't let the f*ck boys shoot me or the D's arrest me Yeah, now that's a hustler's prayer
Gotta say that then you should get the f*ck out of there
You think the streets is lit, nah nigga the beach is lit
Foregin whip nice watch easter fit
You at the table, know who you feasting with
Bad vibes give you a stomach ache
Never stay in a place if you can't put your gun away
Married to the streets but I'm letting the brides runaway
I can tell you why, cause I can tell you high
Your ma a tell your girl a slide
You just got the game twisted like curly fries
The streets a turn you to fast food
You a monkey playing with baboons
Niggas told you the cash rules
School of hard knocks you was playing the wrong classroom
Or maybe you just skipped it
Niggas threw you the jewels, maybe you just missed it
New book of Gz out here and you not listed
But don't sweat what the critical think
This is God's pen, it's written in invisible ink
Nigga

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
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