[Verse 1: Lil Bruce]
They say pimpin' ain't easy
And nigga, they ain't never lie
We ride back to back thru the track that on suicide
Watch me glide on twenties, get money
Smokin' backwoods on pills, breakin' bitches at will
'Cause it's pimpin'
On professional women limpin' up and down the block
I'm slangin' rocks, I'm slangin' cock
Pimp or die, nigga, I'm so fly, a square is what I'm not
I'm Lil Bruce, baby, I come from the V
The home of Ike Turner, Rose Budd, and MD

[Verse 2: PSD]
You think I'm carin' about sharin' on snatch
And I'm runnin' scams to get my hands on scratch
Understand that
Woman romance without finance to me
Stands no chance with no man of my pedigree
Call my hoggish if you would
Shoulda been a part of Sick Wid It Records
Wit a pig on my necklace
Would you dig my possessions since the air is my gift
Or should it matter if it's turf shit burnt for chips
Nigga, we hurt shit, that way since birth with it
As for this gift to gab shit, mayne, we cursed with it
As far as dirt, we did it
So, nigga, name it, I done it
And love to hit it while she on her stomach
Money and hundreds
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