Testo Intro - Peezy
Testo della canzone Intro (Peezy), tratta dall'album GHETTO
Yeah, yeah
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there
That's right, you recording?
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
How you feeling, Juice?
I feel amazing, you know what I'm sayin'?
I gotta just tell 'em
You know what I'm sayin'? This - like a movie
These - said on Instаgrаm we make the movies, you know?
My life, you - entertainment, you know what I'm sayin'?
We ran up millions, man, we did this -
Let's go, let's go
My lifestyle get crazy
I'm papered up like the '80s
Pistols on my top shooters while we shop out in Vegas
Platinum credit cards on me, platinum watch, blue faces
Still got that shoebox hid in my grandma basement
I sold - to relatives, I had to start from the basics
Just gon' take it up with God 'cause we ain't makin' no statements
Know we live by the code, rock the finest of clothes
Versace wallpaper at my mansion matchin' my Rolls
Stayed at the Waldorf for a whole week, it cost me a roll
Security gotta give me a call before you come on my floor
23 hundred for the pants I'm wearin', ain't even take a pic
These - brag about ten thousand, man, I spent that on kicks
I got a watch for every day of the week, it's hard tryna pick
I also watch for - in the circle be thinkin' they slick
They know you tryna move with grace, but they'll make you suit up
Seen - turn into snakes 'cause they ain't makin' enough
My life a movie and I'm the author and I ain't makin' this up
Came through my block in every whip you can name
From foreign cars to the trucks
Pull up in a quarter M and park it right in the trap
Type of respect the streets showed me, it ain't come from just rap
My mama know her son a gangsta, I left the house, ain't come back
First time I got into some smoke, my daddy brung me a strap
Next time I got into some smoke, can't lie, - got whacked
And the time after that and the time after that
Been in the streets full time, but now I'm stayin' out the way
Get more excitement from my son when I'm just watchin' him play
80 inches on my wall, my peoples watchin' the game
My uncle see me and be surprised, we come from blocks of the -
My auntie died shootin' in her arm and leg, she couldn't find a vein
Uncle Rob gon' steal some -, but I still love him the same
Stood on the block with Scotty Rock, my - gave me the game
Paid for his funeral when he died, I seen his family payin'
Diamonds on my neck, they cover scars from the game
Rollie on my - wrist, that's for the time she ain't change
Move the gang in with me so they can wake up inspired
Bring my - around the world and help 'em get on they job
Get the millions from the label and we gon' blow it and smile
Free my - in them cages, hate they blew it in trial
This street - done broke me down so bad, I threw in the towel
They killin' all the rappers, now I might just get me a job
You gon' have to be involved or even around
The revolution, 'cause we gon' have one
We gon' have to do more than talk, we gon' have to do -
We gon' even have to do more than learn
We gon' have to start practicing, and that's very hard
We have to start learning, and you learn through practice
We have to start making mistakes
And you learn through making mistakes
We gotta start getting out there with the people
And a lot of times we can't look up to the people
That's an insult, and that's criminal
Think you better than the people
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Writer(s): Joanne Hadjia
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