Lyrics: Paris Joel Moore-Williams
Music: William Hine/Paris Joel Moore-Williams
They know who it is, P, I'm the man
When I rap, this pops and bangs
But girls wanna race with man
Baby, you're tryna get me banned
I come a long way from cops and gangs
They're still tryna stop my plans
I just don't understand
Like, what's your problem, fam?
Why come to me? Let me hear your lies
What are you gonna say this time?
No reports this car's been stolen, but I still got proof it's mine
Don't know what you're gonna find
It's just me having a friend
Even when innocent, they want to stop me again
That's why I fear nobody but I run from police
But they pull me over when they look for the weed
But it's too bad, I don't smoke, I don't drink
But they take a look and they just don't believe
"You have a license?" "Yes, officer"
"Is this your car then?" "Yes, officer"
You can see I don't hide, officer
But I wrapped it up, Bye, bye, officer
You better not catch me don't get me vexed
When I bust a red
5.5 would have left them dead
Watch them bleed and beg
Soon as they turn their head
AMG far ahead
8,000 on my revs
600 brake, no less
Take corners like a vet
My whip got serious tech
Follow me, you might regret
Somebody might crash and wreck
I'll be waiting, my check
I'm going 66
Even when innocent, they want to stop and arrest
That's why I fear nobody but I run from police
But they pull me over when they look for the weed
But it's too bad, I don't smoke, I don't drink
But they take a look and they just don't believe
"You have a license?"βYes, officerβ
"Is this your car then?" "Yes, officer"
You can see I don't hide, officer
But I wrapped it up, Bye, bye, officer
They see me out in a brand new Benz
I bet he's not gonna pull me again
These narrow-minded bunch of fools
That I told in school you never had friends
In fact, back then, never had no voice
Bet you was a mommy's boy
Now you live alone you go around troubling us, tryna fill that void
"But you smoke weed?" No, you don't
Tell me how's that when I don't smoke?
You don't believe, I don't care
So you gonna find it, but you won't
Guys like you shouldn't have no badge
Power tripping has got you gassed
You're just gonna get me mad so you can lock me up, in fact
That's why I fear nobody but I run from police
But they pull me over when they look for the weed
But it's too bad, I don't smoke, I don't drink
But they take a look and they just don't believe
"You have a license?" "Yes, officer"
"Is this your car then?" "Yes, officer"
You can see I don't hide, officer
But I wrapped it up, Bye, bye, officer