Lyrics Common Wealth - Peezy

Common Wealth

Lately, I’ve been goin' through some shit, but I’ll be okay\nGot real-life shit goin' on, ain’t nothin' to do with pape'\nDrunk a whole eight of Wock', you should see my face\nCan’t even keep my fuckin' eyes open on the interstate\nGet your weight up, lil' nigga, yeah, I been in shape\nI’m stickin' to the fuckin' G code, I won’t bend or break\nKeep the grass cut low so I can see the snakes\nYou walk around with your life savings, you don’t need a safe\nTook a half a ticket to the bank, gotta keep it safe\nI prayed for that shit and went and got it, I believe in faith\nMama tellin' me to get some rest, but I don’t need a break\nI need the house with the swimming pool and a brand new Wraith\nJust bought a new watch, but not to tell time\nI really live the shit you hear me rappin', I don’t tell lies\nI don’t post drugs on the 'net, bitch, I sell mine\nSpent a dub in the Louis store just to kill time\nCan’t wait 'til they free my nigga out the joint\n'Cause we gon' ball on they ass from Miami to Detroit\nI’m the heart and the soul of my city, plus the voice\nHad to get it out the mud, I ain’t have no other choice\nSippin' mud, you can hear it in my voice\nSix hundred for the Baccarat cologne, got her moist\nRich nigga, catch me slidin' through my city in a Porsche\nI sold crack when I was young, I really never played sports\nTwelve hundred for the jeans, only wear 'em once\nThirty-five hundred for a jacket, that’s a pair of buffs\nNiggas couldn’t fuck with us alone, now they pairin' up\nI’m really not concerned what they be on, I don’t care enough\nHit a bad bitch form the back, gotta tear it up\nBe careful when you cookin' up crack, gotta stir it up\nCuttin' up an onion in the packs got me tearin' up\nI made a couple mil' and came back, I’m a real one\nYeah, I ain’t never left my niggas in a jam\nYeah, I ain’t never ever did a fuckin' scam\nYeah, this a Caddy truck, this is not a Ram\nI’m into sellin' whole chickens, baby, I am not a ham\nSick of niggas talkin' like they rich and they ain’t got a band\nI’ll sic them niggas on your pussy ass and I ain’t gotta pay 'em\nI just made fifty this morning, you are not aware\nYou goin' through your bitch cellphone, you really not a player\nGot a mixed bitch with good credit and a lot of hair\nI can’t put my phone in my pocket, it’s a knot in there\nHad to blend in in West V, wearin' college gear\nI’m trappin' in the commonwealth state, this shit hot as hell\nGot circles for the low, I cut 'em out a square\nNiggas perpin' on the low, they ain’t got no bread\nIn my hood, I got juice, I ain’t Radames\nThe dictionary might run out of words 'fore I run out of bread