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Peysoh
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Ay, fresh out, bitch, it's back to the basics
I said I'm done but I just caught some new cases
If they put you in my shoes, you would've folded at that station
Tryna hit me with a shh, told 'em I don't know them faces
They like, "Boy, you got a future, why the fuck you in them cages?"
I fuck it all up, I'm stuck home on a bracelet
Now I gotta thug it out, make up for time wasted
Bitch, I'm back on my bullshit, who the fuck said I'm famous?
Came a long way
Remember getting shoes from Payless
I had to stay down, hard work and dedication
Everybody gets a turn, all it takes is having patience
Bitch, I got it outta nothing, had to get up and go take it
Hear the pain in me
You could tell that I was hopeless
Caught up in these streets and I started losing focus
I'm the hottest youngin' out, it took long for them to notice
Sliding in a foreign, I still drive it like I stole it
Wish I never did but fell in love with that fast life
Down for so long, hit the field and got my bag right
Almost gave up, overwhelmed with them bad nights
Stay up on the porch, it get wicked, these streets not nice
I learned the hard way, 15 hit that cold cage
25 to life, I was dealing with a cold case
Visits after visits, told my momma that I'm okay
Running 'til I drop making sure that we all straight
Ay, fresh out, bitch, it's back to the basics
I said I'm done but I just caught some new cases
If they put you in my shoes, you would've folded at that station
Tryna hit me with a shh, told 'em I don't know them faces
They like, "Boy, you got a future, why the fuck you in them cages?"
I fuck it all up, I'm stuck home on a bracelet
Now I gotta thug it out, make up for time wasted
Bitch, I'm back on my bullshit, who the fuck said I'm famous?
Bitch, I'm back on my bullshit, sorry, ma, I'm in the cell again
Should've listened to her when she said there ain't such thing as friends
Saying they your brothers, two face, it don't make no sense
I'm tryna crack a safe, bust me down and get the latest bands
I'm tired of waking up and seeing roaches in the kitchen
I used to think of sliding, now there's money in my vision
Ain't no wolfing dead awake, can't you see I'm on a mission?
If you ain't bend the fifth, then you get treated like these bitches
I remember playing ball, now most of us selling dope
Most my people dead and gone, I'm taking drugs tryna cope
I miss my killers, like, "Bro, pick up the phone"
I'm from the gutter, I ain't think there was hope
But other people got it worse, I'm just glad I got a home
Trending topic in my city so I gotta keep a chrome
Ain't no love in these streets, I suggest you tuck a polo
When you steady calling brother be the on to take your soul
Ay, fresh out, bitch, it's back to the basics
I said I'm done but I just caught some new cases
If they put you in my shoes, you would've folded at that station
Tryna hit me with a shh, told 'em I don't know them faces
They like, "Boy, you got a future, why the fuck you in them cages?"
I fuck it all up, I'm stuck home on a bracelet
Now I gotta thug it out, make up for time wasted
Bitch, I'm back on my bullshit, who the fuck said I'm famous?
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