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Omb Peezy

Omb Peezy is a talented musical artist known for his unique blend of hip-hop and trap music. Hailing from Alabama, he has gained recognition for his raw and hard-hitting lyrics, showcasing his personal experiences and life in the streets. Omb Peezy has released several well-received projects and has collaborated with prominent artists in the industry. He continues to make waves in the music scene with his distinctive style and captivating storytelling. more »

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I gotta let my soul bleed
Niggas talkin' down but they don't know me
No Bird Box-ing with a blindfold
I see the truth you won't die for me so I
Could never be with you
I'm from a city where the
Murder rate through the roof
I'ma put it on for the trenches where
It's either get shot or shoot
I made it through with a few scratches
I promise my story true
Like a movie, it's kind of long, bro
You probably should order food
This a story 'bout a youngin
Growin' up with no rules
Runnin' 'round the hood
Nappy head with no shoes
Robbin' for some food to eat
You robbed 'cause it was cool
Like how I'm how I'm 'posed to make
It through puberty with no food?
Goin' down the wrong road and
I forgot the way back
Ain't shit sweeter than some payback
Granny gettin' sick, I'm thinkin' 'bout it
I can't shake that help somebody once
They comin' back just like a stray cat
I be on my knees at night and
Pray to God I make it
But I be out here slangin' iron
'cause you know what I'm facin'
Done did some bad shit but I know
You won't let 'em take me
But they say if you send a bullet
You gon' have to take it
I keep mine off safety, 'cause I can't die
I'd rather go to jail before you
Put me in the sky
It's like I'd rather go to Hell
Before I tell on anybody
All my people know me well
I ain't gotta woof on nobdy
This bad bitch, she slim thick
She whip this dick out and start gobblin'
Either die or go to jail
The streets don't really give you an option
Know a youngin who would die for
One of them Audemar watches
Ayy, soon as you take it off
It go right in his pocket
I was trained to go get
It, from the Grove, bitch, i'ma do it
Countin' hundreds and fifties on the road
Look at me tourin'
I was in and out of jail, mama
Now look what I'm doin'
I can't wait to pay for a trip
And let you pick where you goin'
If I put you in the past
You ain't love me no more
And if you say that I changed
Shit, we all gotta grow, ayy
If I got a bag, bitch, why y'all gotta know?
I was sittin' there alone like
"Why y'all gotta go?"

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