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Myself

Peter Sun
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Uh Yeah, you talk that real shit Na-na, na-na, na-na Infatuations, the home still vacant We seekin' guidance, we findin' patience I'm always workin', I miss vacations I miss my son, I miss my moms, happy belated Look, I barely made it to graduation Shout out Ms. Smith, shout out the Crips, this echo crazy, ayy GC to 80s, don't no bitch play me I don't give time to anything that doesn't pay me, uh They seen it work out, ain't seen the work in They love to talk 'bout what they ain't doin', shit For what it's worth though, that shit don't never add up That hate don't get you paid much, I'm Into things that matter, I pile up, uh Sack of weed, then I smoke it to myself Too on, feel like the realest nigga left Copped the naked two-tone, had to rest it on my chest, uh I ain't wait, I had to do it for myself Sack of weed, then I smoke it to myself Too on, feel like the realest nigga left Copped the naked two-tone, had to rest it on my chest I ain't wait, I had to do it for myself Ayy, never complacent, been through the phases, uh Say this a cycle, switchin' gears and rippin' pavement, look From church to saviors, pray when y'all need somethin' Pray I don't need nothin', pray for my seeds comin' Pack like my keys in it, left, but can't stay from it Say this a race to 'em, look, I set the pace for it They had to wait, came early, stayed late for it, look See, niggas do all that they got to 'til the grave for it, uh But see me work out, I put that work in, uh They always talk 'bout what they ain't doin', shit For what it's worth though, that shit don't never add up That hate don't get you paid much I'm into shit that matter, I pile up, uh Sack of weed, then I smoke it to myself Too on, feel like the realest nigga left Copped the naked two-tone, had to rest it on my chest, uh I ain't wait, I had to do it for myself Sack of weed, then I smoke it to myself Too on, feel like the realest nigga left Copped the naked two-tone, had to rest it on my chest I ain't wait, I had to do it for myself