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Peace.Godz

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Lemme get something off my chest
I got jacked
It was petty theft at best
Really it was just a  mess
Do you consider it robbery
If you didn't get away with it
I got my reasons
It's Not my hood so I can't call it
Treason

Sick of getting scammed
Every brownie was it trash
I needed to make a face
That would bring nothing but the best
Get homies high even if it was just reg
Trying to be a business men
Not leave anyone dead
Fifteen year old me knew nothing
Just how to defend
Killing me inside
Seeing pops start to digress
Family took a hit
Tryna keep up with payments
Took the year to learn the routes
Not be so nameless
Big homie supplies shop
Always changing
Snapchat was trying to stop
Me from escaping
Learning How to move
Who to trust and who's faking
Gotta bring someone with you
When you get famous

I'll choose Mi famila
We nothing but jokesters
Mud  is thicker than blood
But We carry holsters
My men will carry the caskets
Over they're shoulder
Back to the land  that
We've always heard of
I got too many reasons
Just to count on one hand
You gone learn what it take to build a band
You gonna learn real soon
Who really your friends
Brick by brick
I'm in the masonry empire shit
Hard to see the difference
From bitches and junkies
When they start feinding
They both look ugly
Do anything to just get some money
Back in my pocket that's another good custy

Parents brought me here
Looking for a better life
Second gen immigrants
Tryna eat from the pie
Get your own plate
Cause we move on different time
God put me here
Yeah it must been a sign
Brown skin curly hair
Didn't know it was crime
Spanish is my native tongue
Quechua on my mind
Got indigenous blood
Ancestors too hard to find
Know my code arms read it
And I'll leave you blind

Really them my locs cause they would
Share they home
Sixteen year old me Saw the opportunity
Really asked myself what family meant to me
Stated moving real numbers
Started getting real hunger
Four hundred dollars in one day call me
Real hustler
Life started to Mean something
Paper would just keep coming
First it was gummies
For ten for a one piece
Forty for the box put your Life on a lease

Hit you and your partner if you keep on talking shit
See my stick my dogs keep barking
And we walk you like a bitch
Don't need two chains my new boo thang
No don't walk round with no the clique
Drop you off You see the blue sea
Like dealing with some crips
Smoke exotic bars stay polished
And we keeping it a buck
You're hoe nasty, my bitch classy
Pussy, I don't give a f*ck
If you at me
Shit get nasty
You won't play me like a bitch
Aim that red dot
Only head shots
Blood and concrete finna mix

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