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Peezy – Realist Around ( Lyrics ) Letra PeezyVEVO Peezy – Realist Around ( Lyrics )
The beat cryin’
I love, I love them guitars
Ayy, you hear the beat cryin’?
Yeah, Ghetto

Chorus
I be feelin’ like the realest around (Yeah)
I be still feelin’ lonely with my niggas around (With my niggas around)
I know I’ma reach my goals, I just gotta stay down (I just gotta stay down)
My granny told me a king, I went and copped me a crown (Uh-huh)
Not a Rollie bustdown (Yeah)
Verse 1
My granny tell me I’m good (Uh-huh)
I keep my head in the sky (Yeah)
They never did it like this (Nah)
I’m always makin’ her smile (I’m always makin’ her smile)
Every time I hit the scene, I leave her two or three thou’ (For real)
She was the one up at the precinct who was bondin’ me out (She was bondin’ me out)
Sometimes, I don’t know how we made it, dawg, it gotta be God (For real)
Sometimes, we gotta be high (Uh-huh)
To cope with shit, we survive (Know why)
You see this pain in my eyes (You see it?), I’ll still take it in stride
I hold it down just like a gangster, you can’t tell me I’m lyin’
They gave my friend thirty years, all he keep sayin’ it’s flyin’
Shit, I don’t know how (How)
It ain’t even been five (For real)
Keep faith up in God (Come on)
Never losin’ His pride (Come on)
Stand in charge just like a champion, enjoyin’ the ride (Come on)
I laugh at shit that’s ‘posed to make me cry
Dancin’ in the rain, I’m used to it, I’d rather fight than die (Yeah)
Anything I lose, I get again, you know I’m built to grind (For real)
Ask me how I gained all of this wisdom, it just come with time, yeah

Chorus
I be feelin’ like the realest around (No lie)
I be still feelin’ lonely with my niggas around (For real)
I know I’ma reach my goals, I just gotta stay down (My goal)
My granny told me a king, I went and copped me a crown (I went and copped me a crown)
Not a Rollie bustdown (Real shit)
I’m feelin’ like the realest around (No lie)
I be still feelin’ lonely with my niggas around (With my niggas around)
I know I’ma reach my goals, I just gotta stay down (Uh-huh)
Granny told me a king, I went and copped me a crown (Yeah)
Not a Rollie bustdown (Yeah, go)
Verse 2
Room full of bad bitches (Uh-huh)
Still feelin’ like I’m by myself (Okay)
I did it all alone (Yeah), but still feelin’ like I need some help (I need some help)
Buy the shirt to match the shoes, I’m feelin’ like I need the belt (I need that too)
Them boys ain’t playin’ by the rules, we finna give they ass the belt
Slide through my hood, look for the bros, but ain’t nobody left (They gone)
I’m at the dealership, might buy a Audi ‘cause I’m missin’ that (ARP)
Juvenile, life and then prison, we ain’t miss a step (We did ‘em all, uh-huh)
We passed every single test, we the realest niggas left (We is)
I’ma buy the drip soon as it drop and let them get it next (Nigga)
I’ma send GloRilla five attachments just to get her wet (Uh-huh)
Three-hundred thousand on my neck (Yeah)
Money, power and respect (Go)
Daytona, quiet flex (Go)
Flyer than a private jet (Go)

Chorus
I be feelin’ like the realest around (Yeah)
I be still feelin’ lonely with my niggas around (Ghetto)
I know I’ma reach my goals, I just gotta stay down (I just gotta stay down)
My granny told me a king, I went and copped me a crown (Yeah, I went and copped me a crown)
Not a Rollie bustdown (Let’s go)
I’m feelin’ like the realest around (Uh-huh)
I be still feelin’ lonely with my niggas around (Yeah)
I know I’ma reach my goals, I just gotta stay down (Already know what time it is, man)
Granny told me a king, I went and copped me a crown (Yeah, stay down ‘til you come up, nigga)
Not a Rollie bustdown, go (Ghetto)
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Peezy – What If ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra PeezyVEVO Peezy – What If ( Lyrics Lyrics)
What if I ain’t pick up the mic? Would my family live this life?
What if I was in the car with bro when they caught him at the light?
What if I catch that case? What if they ain’t snatch me off my flight?
What if I go broke just chasing hoes and die without no wife?
What if I couldn’t take care my kid? How could a nigga sleep at night?
What if that night them niggas hit my crib and I ain’t fight for my life?
I’m just sayin’, what if?

Interlude
I got a lot of questions, but the main one is what if?
Even though you know you ain’t ‘posed to question God and we ain’t really got time to dwell in the past
But sometimes, I just sit and think like how the fuck I get so lucky?
Lot of my homeboys locked up
A lot of my homeboys dead and a couple of the bros, we ain’t seein’ eyе-to-eye right now ‘cause of pеrsonal shit
But sometimes, I sit and think like why the fuck God chose me?
Verse 1
What if I walked Soda to the car that night he took them shots?
Probably still be here today or we’d both be laid out on that block
Think about that every day, I can’t lie, that shit a lot
But then I think about it, shit, he the reason I’m on top
I tried to tell Smerf you ain’t from ‘round here, this ain’t your block
Tried to convince my boy to move, but he ain’t listen, two weeks later, he got dropped
I was with Nef that night when we went to 00, sittin’ in the lot
I seen it with my own eyes, when he got hit, jumped out the car
Ran up to my nigga and tried to pick him up like, “You alright?”
His stomach hangin’ inside out, that broke me down, this shit ain’t right
Fast forward a couple years later, my baby lost his life
Died hangin’ out that window, guess he died doin’ what he liked
What if they ain’t catch Flay?
One of the flyest, most hustlin’ niggas hands down
They picked my baby up from out the alley with his pants down
Still fucked up ‘bout Riq, know ain’t no love inside this damn town
That’s why I moved away, ‘cause if you try me, I won’t stand down
What if I never left and switched the state?
Or said fuck it and just stayed? Would I still have all this pape’?
What if I ain’t never do time with Wuan? What if I did a song with Blade?
What if I ain’t get beats from Dame? What if I ain’t get cool with Pay?
What if Tizzle was out of town with me? He’d probably still be livin’
Hate to say it, my nigga fell victim ‘cause he love the trenches
What if I ain’t fall out with lil’ bro? What if he stood on business?
‘Posed to be with me up least a half a ticket, I’m just sayin’, what if?
Interlude
Shit hurt me to my heart when we act like we don’t fuck with each other, man
You can’t be mad at me if I put the work in and you sittin’ back watchin’ me work and you feel like we deserve equal success, my nigga
That ain’t how the game go
It’s like a nigga suffering in silence ‘cause my rules gotta stay under the hat
It ain’t nobody to kick it with
It ain’t nobody to talk to
You know what you signed up for, nigga

Verse 2
Circumstances got us distant, I can’t lie, it got me hurt
But you gotta stand on business, that’s the only way it work
What if you did what you was ‘posed to do and helped me put in work?
What if you booked your own ticket? What if you went and sold some merch?
I be stayin’ away from niggas, most these niggas be on Percs
‘Til they do some gangster shit, then be in some paperwork
What if Pesh and them ain’t go to trial? What if Ski had took the plea?
What if Apple ain’t get life? Let’s not talk about MD
I seen the video myself, it hurt me when he told on Riq
It hurt me when Lil DJ lost his foot that day they chased his Jeep
What if Melray wasn’t in that whip
Even though he ain’t pull the trigger, they still gave him thirty years ‘cause he ain’t snitch
Thought my dog was rootin’ for me, then he turned into a bitch
Tried to say he caught a pistol case because they heard my lyrics
When I heard it through the grapevine, that shit done broke my spirit
I been standin’ on this shit so fuckin’ long, I hurt my heel
Bond killers out of jail, even paid niggas’ bail
What if you boys was built like me? Then you probably’d be real
What if your bitch wasn’t cheatin’ on you? What if them niggas wasn’t stealin’ from you?
What if you never broke the code? What if you really stayed a hundred?
You know this shit ‘bout havin’ pride, you know this shit ain’t ‘bout the money
You know it’s law to cut the ties when niggas start movin’ funny
What if my Auntie Paula never passed and wasn’t my guardian angel?
What if a ghetto boy never was famous? What if?
Interlude
I ain’t ask for this shit
I ain’t ask for this shit

Chorus
What if I ain’t pick up the mic? Would my family live this life? (Know what I’m sayin’?)
What if I was in the car with bro when they caught him at the light? (God gave me this shit, man)
What if I catch that case? What if they ain’t snatch me off my flight?
What if I go broke just chasing hoes and die without no wife?
What if I couldn’t take care my kid? How could a nigga sleep at night?
What if that night them niggas hit my crib and I ain’t fight for my life?
I’m just sayin’, what if?

Outro
What if?
I’m just sayin’, what if?
I’m sayin’, what if?
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Peezy, Money Man, Larry June – Fashion Week ( Lyrics ) Letra PeezyVEVO Peezy, Money Man, Larry June – Fashion Week ( Lyrics )
Nah, for real
Psh, I still fuck with Master P, you know? (C-Murder)
Facts (Yeah, R.I.P. Pimp C)
Yeah, ghetto (R.I.P to the real)
Psh, psh

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Wear it after me)
No you ain’t gone find this in the mall stop askin’ me (Forreal)
Exclusive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, RIP to Pimp C (RIP to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m back sippin’ this week)
No I can’t sell you no line stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week

Double cup shorty RIP to DJ Screw (RIP)
Drink promethazine, no this ain’t no Absolut (This ain’t no Absolut)
Yeah fresh as hell expensive threads down to my shoe
Wockhardt got a nigga teeth hurt
Now it’s hard to chew (What else?)
I can’t lie I love Ricky and Louis, it’s hard to choose (Forreal)
Me and Goyard got a relationship that’s my boo
200 miles ph that’s what it say on the dash, I’m on the move
200k large what I pay for this kit, I got the proof
You niggas fake as hell, tellin’ kids stories like Dr. Suess (Mhm)
Bitches fuckin’ for that cheese on the low, they prostitutes
I’m in that brand new AMG 63, ain’t buy the coupe
Louis jersey on my back like I came out the locker room
Go

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Wear it after me)
No you ain’t gone find this in the mall stop askin’ me (Forreal)
Exclusive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, RIP to Pimp C (RIP to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m sippin’ this week)
No I can’t sell you no line stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week

Yeah uh
Made a couple hunnid in Paris on fashion week (Man)
Came back slid through the block so casually (Aye, aye, aye)
Expensive ass jacket it’s mink from overseas (Overseas)
Casual white tee, my J’s from ’03 (Numbers)
Knock the little, from Philly took her to eat
She really couldn’t handle it, shh, I’m too P
I ain’t into trickin’ n’ shit, it’s not me (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t the regular Porsche I spent 3 (Three)
Today I might do the plat’ Rolly to match Peezy (Peezy)
I was sellin’ P’s in ’07, playin’ that Jeezy (Man)
Got to make sure I’m on toes, it get greasy
Stock 21 in the pole, it’s not easy (What’s happening?)

Gold presidential on my wrist like Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Wear it after me)
No you ain’t gone find this in the mall stop askin’ me (Numbers)
Exclusive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, RIP to Pimp C (RIP to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m sippin’ this week)
No I can’t sell you no line stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week

Trappin’ in Bottega I just sold some P’s and fast
Hoes see me in person they lose their breathe and start collapse
Runway garments everywhere I go I’m the main attraction
Custom made FN, I turn the nigga into a cadaver
They gone bury my in these Cubans, I’ma be icy in my afterlife
Took her shoppin’ in London, we go splurge and catch private flights
Dior give me gifts on my birthday they show appreciation
Peezy gave me a 4 of that Wock, he got me inebriated
Only fuck with bad bitches with careers, who bout they business
Every Goyard bag in my closet is filled up with a ticket
Balmain just collabed with Moncler, I’m havin’ all the pieces
Chanel and Louis V for my kin I buy it for my nieces

Gold presidential on my wrist like my name is Master P (Like Master P)
I get so fresh that they can’t wear it after me (Can’t wear it after me)
No you ain’t gone find this in the mall stop askin’ me (Forreal)
Exclusive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week (I look like it’s fashion week)
Double cup shorty, RIP to Pimp C (RIP to Pimp C)
Quit the drank last week, I’m sippin’ this week (I’m back sippin’ this week)
No I can’t sell you no line stop askin’ me (Stop askin’ me)
Expensive ass jacket I look like it’s fashion week
Yeah
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