[Intro]
I don't know what to say no more
I'm just can't explain it anymore
How much I do this, how I'm built for this
How, I'm done nice, I'm dead nice
I spit crack, I spit fire, I spit piff like
Everybody knows that already
[Verse 1]
Pifftown
Yaw!
Im on my seventh set of pull-ups, my fourtyth dip
Eight sets mandatorty when you fuck with the Piff
Bicep hammer curl, twenty reps then I switch
Right, left, hand is hurting, gotta tighten my grip
Bars hold a lot of weight like the writings I spit
Monkey bars or the gate, any way to stay fit
June add another plate but only spot if I slip
Running hard til it's late and only stop if I trip
Couple laps, couple lunges round the park then I sprint
Work the back, work the stomach til the muscle is tense
Work the traps, throwing punches til I'm dripping a sweat
Inhale, exhale every crunches and tints
Incline, decline press the weight off the bench
Throwing medicine balls feel the pain in your chest
Though your legs saying "Fall!", nah you can't even rest
You'll be hurting til tomorrow but you can't even stress
Black and blue, a little sore rebuilding your flesh
So you can live a little more prolonging your death
Eat meat much less and my veggies is fresh
Drink a whole lot of water, still puffing the best
[Verse 2]
I'm on my second cup of water, it's the top of the day
Six more, guaranteed I'll keep the doctor away
The more I drink the more polution I'm just washing away
The doc ain't tryina find solutions, he just tryna get paid
I have the best red snapper, some vegetables too
I eat ? from the juice bar, no flesh in the stew
I'm talking fresh plates of salmon, some oven baked talapia
Prime granits and blueberries, I'm feeling broccia
Sun dried tomatoes, steam cooked broccoli
So when I'm in a fight I throw a mean hook properly
I'm running in the snow, so the training's like Rocky
But I don't chase chickens around
I bring the chickens to town
And I still keep the fifth and the pound
And I still put the blick on the ground
And show you how I get down
But you probably wouldn't finish around
See the stronger the engine then the faster the car
So before I hit the bench I'm tryina master the bar
See the bench will build muscle
The bar gives me inner strength
If we in a tussle I'mma toss niggas in a clinch
I been pulling my own weight, fulfilling my own fate
Time's pretty bitch and she won't wait
Consistency wins the race
That's how the story goes
So even if I'm running in place, I'm doing cardio
Red bull gives you wings, so does a wide grip
Butterflies, pulldowns too, I get my sides ripped
Ball player physique, the mind of a head coach
My brain talks to my feet, it tells my body "Let's go!"
There's nothing like running in cold weather
My legs wanna stop but my heart keeps going, it knows better
Suicide, it's a suicide, after a couple laps I do suicides
A bigger back that's just one of my features
Fuck hitting the track, I'll just run up the bleachers
You got the grind, all you need is the discipline
It's all in the mind, I'll save you time if you listenin
Yoga or pilatis
Judo or tai-chi
Kick-boxing, karate
My food be habachi
Eleven days to break a habit, eleven more to make one
Frontpage, Pifftown boys, pick up a weight son!
I don't know what to say no more
I'm just can't explain it anymore
How much I do this, how I'm built for this
How, I'm done nice, I'm dead nice
I spit crack, I spit fire, I spit piff like
Everybody knows that already
[Verse 1]
Pifftown
Yaw!
Im on my seventh set of pull-ups, my fourtyth dip
Eight sets mandatorty when you fuck with the Piff
Bicep hammer curl, twenty reps then I switch
Right, left, hand is hurting, gotta tighten my grip
Bars hold a lot of weight like the writings I spit
Monkey bars or the gate, any way to stay fit
June add another plate but only spot if I slip
Running hard til it's late and only stop if I trip
Couple laps, couple lunges round the park then I sprint
Work the back, work the stomach til the muscle is tense
Work the traps, throwing punches til I'm dripping a sweat
Inhale, exhale every crunches and tints
Incline, decline press the weight off the bench
Throwing medicine balls feel the pain in your chest
Though your legs saying "Fall!", nah you can't even rest
You'll be hurting til tomorrow but you can't even stress
Black and blue, a little sore rebuilding your flesh
So you can live a little more prolonging your death
Eat meat much less and my veggies is fresh
Drink a whole lot of water, still puffing the best
[Verse 2]
I'm on my second cup of water, it's the top of the day
Six more, guaranteed I'll keep the doctor away
The more I drink the more polution I'm just washing away
The doc ain't tryina find solutions, he just tryna get paid
I have the best red snapper, some vegetables too
I eat ? from the juice bar, no flesh in the stew
I'm talking fresh plates of salmon, some oven baked talapia
Prime granits and blueberries, I'm feeling broccia
Sun dried tomatoes, steam cooked broccoli
So when I'm in a fight I throw a mean hook properly
I'm running in the snow, so the training's like Rocky
But I don't chase chickens around
I bring the chickens to town
And I still keep the fifth and the pound
And I still put the blick on the ground
And show you how I get down
But you probably wouldn't finish around
See the stronger the engine then the faster the car
So before I hit the bench I'm tryina master the bar
See the bench will build muscle
The bar gives me inner strength
If we in a tussle I'mma toss niggas in a clinch
I been pulling my own weight, fulfilling my own fate
Time's pretty bitch and she won't wait
Consistency wins the race
That's how the story goes
So even if I'm running in place, I'm doing cardio
Red bull gives you wings, so does a wide grip
Butterflies, pulldowns too, I get my sides ripped
Ball player physique, the mind of a head coach
My brain talks to my feet, it tells my body "Let's go!"
There's nothing like running in cold weather
My legs wanna stop but my heart keeps going, it knows better
Suicide, it's a suicide, after a couple laps I do suicides
A bigger back that's just one of my features
Fuck hitting the track, I'll just run up the bleachers
You got the grind, all you need is the discipline
It's all in the mind, I'll save you time if you listenin
Yoga or pilatis
Judo or tai-chi
Kick-boxing, karate
My food be habachi
Eleven days to break a habit, eleven more to make one
Frontpage, Pifftown boys, pick up a weight son!
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