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๐Ÿ‘ค Peysoh โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Ghetto Journal โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:58
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โฑ๏ธ 2:58 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

I know you stressing
But i promise imma make a way
We eating bread and mayonnaise
And bills is getting late
You gotta rob or stay broke
When you in section 8
I chose the finer things in life
And started cracking safes
I know you stressing
But i promise imma make a way
We eating bread and mayonnaise
And bills is getting late
You gotta rob or stay broke
When you in section 8
I chose the finer things in life
And started cracking safes
Sorry pop I know you watching over me
You dont agree with my actions
But we in poverty
I gotta put this mask on
I gotta do this robbery
I gotta take a chance
If not mom gon lose the property
Im the man of the house now I gotta do it
Ran it up for all them nights
We was goin through it
I was taught if I whip out
Then i better use it
These streets cold with no love
Why did they confuse it
Like have you ever been up
And heard yo momma cry
You ever seen the closest niggas to you
Leave and die
You ever been in trial
You ever fought for your life
You ever felt depression
When they asked you just had to lie
Ye ye nigga i been there befo
Holdin on to the past
They told me let it go
Seekin for revenge fuck the opps
Im tryna let it blow
Any chance I get if he slippin
Imma send him home
I know you stressing
But i promise imma make a way
We eating bread and mayonnaise
And bills is getting late
You gotta rob or stay broke
When you in section 8
I chose the finer things in life
And started cracking safes
I know you stressing
But i promise imma make a way
We eating bread and mayonnaise
And bills is getting late
You gotta rob or stay broke
When you in section 8
I chose the finer things in life
And started cracking safes
I chose the finer things in life
I feel like Polo G
If i didnt have my strap
Where would peysoh be
Shit i dont know
Lemme think
Im paranoid the thought of lackin
Make me really scared to blink
I gotta keep it
Aint really with the slippin
Got it on me
Let a pussy try to play
And I swear its gon be a homi
War time play ball
We goin body for body
And I aint talking bout the front
When i say i call shotty
I call the biggest gun
I call the one that leaves the biggest mess
I really hope that pussy nigga
Stands on what he says
Oh he a killa then
I hope you ready for the test
Aint no point for you to slide if
You aint leave em dead
Man thats the shit that i be talkin bout
How the fuck you niggas
But aint chalk em out
Aint take a demon to kill
Im with the walking down
You shoulda thought now its to late
He sleepin in the clouds
I know you stressing
But i promise imma make a way
We eating bread and mayonnaise
And bills is getting late
You gotta rob or stay broke
When you in section 8
I chose the finer things in life
And started cracking safes
I know you stressing
But i promise imma make a way
We eating bread and mayonnaise
And bills is getting late
You gotta rob or stay broke
When you in section 8
I chose the finer things in life
And started cracking safes

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