Peysoh – Stormy Days Lyrics
Artist: Peysoh
Song: Stormy Days
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Only real n#gg#s gon’ feel this right here
Straight gutter baby talk
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
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#gg#s 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#gg# 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#gg# flocks
If you trippin’ it ain’t an issue just call me I’ll get you knock
Everybody got a body, nobody without a body
You can’t hang up in my circle, you scared to go catch a
Take a trip, knock a n#gg#, we make it look like a hobby
All my n#gg#s 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
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
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#gg#s turn hard, Back in school they was wack
I bet you they gon’ start telling when this sh#t hit the fan
Nowadays n#gg#s faking, hard to tell who’s your man
Like where these n#gg#s was at, when I was stuck in a can
Ain’t nobody 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#gg#, 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 flick
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
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Stormy Days [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021