Letra de Pit Not the Palace (Remix) - AB

(Feat. French Montana, 42 Dugg)

AB

Man, I've been sittin' back waiting for the moment

Man, to see you run down the field again, brother

I told you from day one, this was gon' be a tough move

You made it

You've came through the fire (Ayy)

Be ready to see the light (Ayy)

'Cause the prayer is ready for you to be back

I'm from the pit, not the palace, I'm kinda stylish

Lifestyle lavish

Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Run it, style it

I'm from the pit, not the palace

I gotta run it, style it (Ah)

Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)

Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Came from the struggle

I had to hustle

Get it off the muscle, this is no tussle

I don't gotta touch you

I get the beat, I make it bubble

This is tough

Fresh out the pavement

They bring the pain, I bring the payment

Throw in the hate, this an arraignment

I told you from day one, this was gon' be a tough move

I'm from the pit, not the palace, I'm kinda stylish

Lifestyle lavish

Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Run it, style it

I'm from the pit, not the palace

I gotta run it, style it (Ah)

Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)

Jump in the coupe with no mileage

I'm from the six, not the seven

Bitch, I'm the stepper, God, I'm the Devil (Ayy)

Steal from the church then pay off the reverend

Fuck on a first then send her the block (Go 'head)

Spinnin' with chopps'

I hope [?] no, I am not

Bezel bust down [?] wear the top

Mr. fuck a ho and leave and her

I don't fuck 'cause [?] (At all)

Why they mad at us?

Shit, probably 'cause we eatin'

From the pit, not the palace

Fuck 'em if we ready (Fuck)

Fuck her if she hatin', I'ma keep goin' crazy (I'ma keep goin' crazy)

Pit, not the palace (Yeah)

Bust down the Patek (Yeah)

Give it to my daddy, bitch

I'm from the pit, not the palace, I'm kinda stylish

Lifestyle lavish

Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Run it, style it

I'm from the pit, not the palace

I gotta run it, style it (Ah)

Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)

Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Ayy, I'm from the pit, not the palace, Mr. No Stylist (Ayy)

Gotti, no malice

Top off like Tiffany Hadish (Woo)

Straight from the mud to the atlas (Uh-huh)

Shot for the moon, hit the stars with the fragment (Pop, pop, pop)

Verses more verses, you will get embarrassed (Embarrased)

End your career, better go check the tracklist (Han)

I'm from the jungle (Jungle), I'm from the struggle (Struggle)

G-Pack the bundle (Bundle), all the more sons you

Clash with the titans (Titans), slide with your lady (Lady)

Retirement plan, she won't come back like Brady (Woo)

Coke Boy season (Season), got the white truffle (Truffle)

Drop brown bad (Bad), this ain't no tussle

I'm from the pit, not the palace, I'm kinda stylish

Lifestyle lavish

Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Run it, style it

I'm from the pit, not the palace

I gotta run it, style it (Ah)

Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)

Jump in the coupe with no mileage

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