Petty lyrics
by N.O.R.E.
[Verse 1]
I used to buy b*tches purses
Break up with 'em, take the purse back
I was the worst back then, I called dimes, serving over 20's
But I ain't have to sell drugs this early in my 20's
Thank God for the reinvention
But I fail Mick Buck, I think I need to mention
Whole squad in the room like it's an intervention
n*ggas call her NO so I could ease attention
What makes 'em think that I'm a peace maker?
n*gga, throwback, think of Medula, he was a piece maker
Now they thinking that I want peace
There's no red meat hard enough, homie.........