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intro - peysoh lyrics

[intro]
a lot of people, black, white, mexican
young or old, fat or skinny have a problem being true to theyself
they have a problem lookin’ in the mirror and lookin’ directly into they own souls
the reason i sell six million records
the reason i can go to jail and come out without a scratch
the reason i can walk around
the reason i am who i am today is because i can look directly into my faith and—

[chorus]
sittin’ on my soul, my downfall what they pray on
remember feelin’ helpless, no shoulder i could lay on
headed to the top, no n*gga i’ma wait on
as real as they comе, no n*gga i would hate on
sittin’ in my [soul?], my downfall what they pray on
remеmber feelin’ helpless, no shoulder i could lay on
headed to the top, no n*gga i’ma wait on
as real as they come, no n*gga i would hate on

[verse]
i’m sittin’ on my soul, i know they pray that i don’t prevail
think about my lonely, on my soul, i’ll never tell
ain’t goin’ back again, but i’ll serve before i’m sent to h*ll
one man army, get the troop, but never needed help
i never needed help, i’ll slide solo, b*tch i’m all i need
steady takin’ chances, rat cage, but i love the cheese
trigger finger itchin’, get to bustin’, i’m a different breed
[?] back to back, no pass, but don’t believe in peace
operation go, had that block and do a n*gga janky
see an opposition, hop out and leave that n*gga stanky
dead or in jail, f*ck that, give me life in bars, used to take the bus ‘fore it closed, now i’m in foreign cars
they said i wouldn’t be sh*t, like peysoh you a f*ck up
now i’m with yo’ b*tch, [?] get sucked up
all up on my d*ck, but she used to act stuck*up
[on fresh, bought the halls?] and blew up, i guess i lucked up
[chorus]
sittin’ on my soul, my downfall what they pray on
remember feelin’ helpless, no shoulder i could lay on
headed to the top, no n*gga i’ma wait on
as real as they come, no n*gga i would hate on
sittin’ on my soul, my downfall what they pray on
remember feelin’ helpless, no shoulder i could lay on
headed to the top, no n*gga i’ma wait on
as real as they come, no n*gga i would hate on

[outro]
(hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on)

- peysoh lyrics

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