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stormy days - peysoh lyrics

[intro]
(2*2step)
only real n*ggas gon’ feel this right here
straight gutter baby talk

[hook]
this a journal from the ghetto, i’m just sharing my story
really came a long way, i did this sh*t by my lonely
i’m important in my section, yeah some like a trophy
i lost it all for this position, most days it was stormy
this a journal from the ghetto, i’m just sharing my story
really came a long way, i did this sh*t by my lonely
i’m important in my section, yeah some like a trophy
i lost it all for this position, most days it was stormy

[verse]
most days it was stormy, i had to get it from none
if you playing in these trenches better keep you a gun
when you living how i’m living swear to god it ain’t fun
my people’s told me get a grip, get your head off the block
i’m really coming from the bottom, you gon’ see me on top
most my n*ggas in the cell, some dead in the box
i swear i do this sh*t for y’all until i’m on i won’t stop
i used to be a bummy n*gga but y’all always on my socks
cause we stole it late at night and they still praying i flop
got this sh*t up out the mud, if i make it just give me props
it’s gon’ be f*ck a 9*5, i’m never gon’ punch a clock
it’s gon’ be a scary sight if i slide with my n*gga flocks
if you trippin’ it ain’t an issue just call me i’ll get you knock
everybody got a body, n0body without a body
you can’t hang up in my circle, you scared to go catch a [?]
take a trip, knock a n*gga, we make it look like a hobby
all my n*ggas got a stick, it look like we playing hockey
the only thing i play is ball, the sh*t that can you let [?]
the sh*t that can you let [?]
the only thing i play is ball, the sh*t that can you let [?]
[hook]
this a journal from the ghetto, i’m just sharing my story
really came a long way, i did this sh*t by my lonely
i’m important in my section, yeah some like a trophy
i lost it all for this position, most days it was stormy

[verse 2]
i lost it all for this position, hit the field and got it back
i was sleeping with some roaches, i was sleeping with some rats
that’s the life of the trenches, thug it out you can’t be sad
i was tired of being broke, started robbing for a bag
hit the halls a couple times, had us sleeping on them mattress
since when these n*ggas turn hard, back in school they was wack
i bet you they gon’ start telling when this sh*t hit the fan
nowadays n*ggas faking, hard to tell who’s your man
like where these n*ggas was at, when i was stuck in a can
ain’t n0body wanna answer, no one send me a letter
i came home started rapping, started feeling the pressure
but i’m just really story telling, doing it with no effort
like that one time n*gga, it was time for a trip
he was barking real loud, got his dumbass chip
i heard they still looking for me, b*tch i’m up in the 6
you could catch me on the burn, slide down and get fl!ck

- peysoh lyrics

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