P&P 1.5 (ft. Ab Soul)

[Intro]
Oh what up, ho
 Oh what up
I said oh what up, ho
 Oh what up
 I said oh what up, ho
 Oh what up
 Well alright

 [Hook]
I'm going through something with life
 But [bad word] and patron will make you feel alright [bad word] and patron make you feel alright [bad word] and patron that's some great advice

 [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] [bad word] to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Something to inspire me, rather than society's
 Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love
I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club
I used to have a nine to five
 Fresh out of school that was '05
 That [bad word] was racist, got me fired
 Ever since then I had no job
Pushing in my mama van
 Stop for gas on Rosecrans [bad word] me these [bad word] me for something my cousin probably did
 Guilty by association story of my life, [bad word] You gone make me flip then split your [bad word]  Judge give me life, [bad word] Pain since my grandma's death
 Uncle killed at Louis's Burgers
 Hold my tears I tried my best
 Let it go drench my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin's margin
Maintaining my modest modest as I dream
 So while I go through all this all this [bad word] what you call it
 Life itself I know it helps let me scroll through my Blackberry

 [Hook]

 [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I said keep reading my diary, when my life's entirely
 Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
I said they wouldn't hire me
 I said I got my [bad word] beat
 And the only thing can help is [bad word] and some [bad word] So whassup baby
I said whassup
 I had a long day and I really wanna [bad word]  See I ain't tryna think about no phone bills
 Credit card late fees
Capital One popping up on my caller ID
 Pawning my chain in the shop
Watching for hollow-tip shots
Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block
 Man that's my worst fear
 Ain't that your worst fear
 You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears [bad word] through a pothole at two in the morning
 Scared to hit your emergencies cause them they'll be on it
 See I know when the harsh reality take it's toll
 Open up your contacts then scroll

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] [bad word] to my diary
Hmmm where should I begin
Finna get a Swisher and fill it with at least a gram
Crackas watch my every step
 Better yet they work my every nerve
 Cutting me this worthless check
The concept is so absurd
 Like a church in debt
 turtle in a turtle neck
 Convertibles with turbo jets
 Fueled by 7-Up and prometh
I feel like deaths around the corner
Like the quickest wide receiver
So I took another shot
 Tequila hit me like a nina
 My sky's gray
My [bad word] brighter always saying lights please
 J. Cole's her ghost writer
And I'm the God MC
 Join my diocese
 Free your mind, don't mind SO-ciety
 And finally, everyone got their own problems
Everything is subject to change like broken dollars
I'ma drown in my drink and swim in my woman's [bad word] like a piranha fin it
Gets harder than Rihanna when

 [Hook]