Pit Not the Palace Songtext
von A.B

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 have came through the fire
Get ready to see the light (ayy)
'Cause the fans 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 thе struggle, I had to hustle
Get it out thе muscle, this is no tussle
I don't gotta touch you
I get the B, 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

Ayy, AB, man
You havin′ three lil' boys
And God just gave you another son, man
You've been out the game for over a year
You pulled up big numbers
But you know the greatest number?
Is lovin′ your four young boys
They look up to you more than anybody else
Keep balling, keep working, but keep being loved
And love the ones that love you