Lyrics 64 Bars - Peezy

64 Bars

A nigga play it then we go air him out
Lost some love for some niggas that I cared about
Left when I was young Moms don’t know my whereabouts
Its real life and just want fans to hear me out
I grew up in poverty I’m talking rats and roaches
Young nigga on the head so watch how you approach me
Went from rags to riches I ain’t brag or boastin'
Had to get up off my ass and put a bag in motion
I do it for less fortunate, the ghetto spokesman
If I can do it you can do it, I’m the one that show it
Ain’t got shit to hide, put my pride to the side
Put my life on these beats and put my life on the line
It’s hard to be all I can be when all my people dying
Shit so real in these steets I smile to keep from crying
Keep yo eyes open nigga peep the signs
Its cool to get away and get the piece of mind
I been through it all so you can’t hurt me
Never trust these bitches cause they ain’t worthy
Know that she a keeper if she ain’t thirsty
Never changed on my people, wear the same jersey
Yeah, stack the money you can see the money
Sometimes these niggas only loyal when they need some money
Ain’t nowhere that you can run when the peoples on you
Fresh as hell when you see me like its Easter Sunday
Money sticking out my pocket, you can peep the money
But don’t ask me for a dollar nigga I ain’t got it
It ain’t hard for you to find me nigga I ain’t hiding
Hellcat on Schoolcraft Rest In Peace Jeffrey
You ain’t never had a friend like me
Plain Rollie on my wrist plain all white tee
10 G’s in my pocket this ain’t all my cheese
If I lend a nigga somethin' I need all my cheese
Chain shining off the light so these hoes can’t see
Balling on these fuck niggas like I’m OKC
Bitch told me she was done I’m like OK peace
I’m so motherfucking up I can’t feel my feet
Did it all by myself so I’on need no help
When your pants 15 hunnid you don’t need a belt
I dare a nigga take somethin' from me, be my guest
I guarantee your pussy ass won’t take nothing else
Yeah, you lil' boys just be talking good
They say I’m acting funny now I made it out the hood
I ain’t cashed my rap check I made it off the juugs
You ain’t really out here grinding like I thought you was
Louie bracelet around my wrist It ain’t no B’s on it
I got Forgis on the car It ain’t no D’s on it
Pull up on the nigga block and make the scene on it
Don’t be talking off yo head I put some cheese on it
I done seen it all so no shit surprise me
If the plug front you man its called consignment
Got love for my niggas cause I know they riding
Say I’m acting funny I don’t know nobody
Niggas start fronting you ain’t got no bodies
I got two bad bitches waiting in the lobby
I got real killers with me dare a nigga try me
Spent 30 on the Rollie call it perfect timing
You ain’t working you ain’t got no job Tommy
A nigga take something he gon' die about it
Young niggas with me they some livewires
Cut a niggas ass up like some barb wire
She looking at my neck, she say it’s all icy
Might get her to the room so I can all night her
Shitting on these niggas I’m like bad diaper
Bitch I’m paid in full like Mekhi Phifer