Piss Po’ Frsh Waters (Ft. Jean Deaux)

[Verse 1: Frsh Waters]

Without a pot to piss in, I'm piss po'
Around my kitchen with the Crisco
Been on the flo, I need floricide
To watch the game you need more sides
Commentatin' with the commentators
Got comma chases and common haters
Which one is you?
Stop coming through like you showing love
Mothafucka' never fucked with us
Gotta watch who you trust
Room full of real niggas, where the fake niggas at?
Real recognize real
Still can't feel where they make niggas at
Finna take niggas back
To the Dream Team, Mike Jordan
Talkin' Scottie Pippen, three rings
That's before Houston or the Trailblazers
Gotta martyr them, before you honor him
Ain't gonna burden me I spit sermons
Certainly, surgically in certainties
Perfectly with no urgency
Cool as a fan on high, from the Chi, Westside
Where you do or you die in the conflict crucial
Smoking on hay now
Hanging now getting scummy where we used to
Hennessey straight on the rocks, gotta hold it in
Before I'm on the flow again
Motherfucker I'm supposed to win
When you close us in
Cat drown, you supposed to swim
Not a dollar late
Or a day short
Never take shorts, getting paid in full
Can't afford to lose, can't afford to snooze
Better wake up, get up, stand up
Band your mans up, before your enemies
Circle tight no fr-enemies
Mothafucka' ain't a kin to me