Pap Pap

We came from the bottom We stick to ourselves I tried to show love They put me on a self Had no choice play The card I was dealt We play with snow But that shit do not melt Swimming in water But we are not Phelps Came from the bottom we stick to ourselves Roll with some youngins That's never gone tell We get it in vacuum seal Thru the mail This life is to gangsta You youngins to frail You know it's gas You can tell from the smell I be half baked call me Adolf Chapelle Why she love me cuz I do it so well Run that's shit up While you move like a snail I be on go even the scoe Pap Pap yougins Better get low They ain't give me the key To the door Middle fight while I chuck up The foe