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It’s Peezy
- Aight bet nigga
- It's Peezus pullin up in
- Don’t you know my Glock go BRRR like it's taxing they whole squad?
- My weed got the smoke alarm going off
- Niggas fire at me, oughta be my anthem strong
- My bitch too bad, she walked in and they opps started gooning instead of runnin’
- Nigga, the laser drawn, the crew is on, your hopes are gone
- But that’s what comes from wastin’ niggas
- Step in your bad dreams masked up and start replacin’ niggas
- Blade hour, I won’t blast you
- Take the disguise off, overplayed, I outlast you
- But don’t bring your existence
- Unless you passed the distance of a pastor’s persistence
- I ship you back to the island
- Forget that, send you back to your creator, silent
- Forget that, mark the walls with the red when I brawl
- And I ain’t talkin’ directions like a map on the wall
- She’ll resemble a jester after I test her
- She’ll resemble Heath Ledger after I bless her
- Turn that girl to a gutter rat
- April O’Neil just a fragment when I shatter that
- I’m a street brawler
- Tell niggas “step up to my tier,” I’ll meet em proper
- Keyboard hitters, niggas and gangster authors
- Not a copier, you surf the web, I’m the crawler
- Yeah, and you already know how the saga ends
- The saga ends will show you how the saga ends
- You dealin’ with the ruler of the punchline
- I’m messin’ with your meal in the lunch line
- I stain all over your sandwich, then dash past the cameras
- So you can see how I arrive ticked off
- Didn’t think a tough figure could be this soft
- Didn’t know takin’ shots was a badge of honor
- Thought the aim was makin’ niggas goners
- Listen, y’all got it twisted, locs
- Spittin’ flame from your lips like heated folks
- While you talkin’ to niggas, poppin’ all that rough talk to come get you
- Different tale when them hollow rounds hit you
- Soon as you said it, regret it
- Chest pumped like stations unleaded, forget it
- Things break bad in the block, man
- It’s all calm, man, just dial Saul Goodman
- For your knees and your hygiene fees
- Legal costs grow taller than sequoia trees, please
- And you don’t wanna be behind bars
- Especially when you soft like them TV dramas are
- You weren’t even outside yet
- Can’t tell the source from the socket outlet
- Claim real, but still got dropped though
- Cause he talks too much like roles in a cop show
- This the eye test, I guess, I’m the proof
- I wish somebody would, I’m Groot
- On the right page cause I wrote the book
- Know about the streets cause I played the crook
- And you ain’t been the same since I shook your look
- They shootin,’ nah, I made you look
- Yo, I poured my soul last record, y’all called it demise
- The snakes in the lawn and the rats in disguise died
- But who they detaining?
- I’m ten floors high in a ten story frame, entertainin’
- To crowds that pretendin’ I’m unseen
- Each bar in between got bodies decayed, call the SWAT team
- You slow minded, I tune out your ABC figures
- You think on new tiers on the same plane, consider
- So who’s bluffin’? hit snooze buttons, confusion
- I sound sick on the mic like live news intrusion
- Cut to reporters gettin’ airtime glare
- They on another wavelength, I check ‘em from the owner’s chair
- You a stiff bum that ain’t grown a pair
- Head full of nonsense, like a rectum with a tone in there
- Wasn’t kin if we feud
- Don’t get it tangled, we clear without EQ
- Think of crabs in a barrel, all I see is food
- Then I’m back droppin’ jewels like we playin’ Bejeweled
- Watch, I escaped the mess clean, sticky scenes
- Like hibachi with huaraches in between
- Flashbacks of shows, good times I’ve seen
- Turned to happy days for the ones who intervene
- So it’s prime time, reach the peak please
- A diamond in the rough, high degree like trees
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