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Peysoh - Chosen lyrics

Artist: Peysoh

album: Ghetto Journal


I'm in this cell
I know I'm wasting my potential
Murda got my vision cloudy
Really fuckin up my mental
I should be out there going up
But I'm in central
I should be in the booth
But instead i'm in this rental
Tryna bag sum
This 40 my essential
Pulling skits inside a foreign
Bitch we sliding out this benzo
If I really want you gone
I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all led
I ain't have to use a pencil
Sum say i'm chosen
And others say I have a gift
So why the fuck my dad get killed
And i got left stuck in the 6
I seen it all
So i'm for ever clutching sticks
Let a pussy try to play
And he gon see i ain't no bitch
We stepping out big cannon
Lil nigga tryna bag sum
How the fuck is you a killer
You ain't bag nun
Paranoid I go to sleep with my hand gun
You ain't never hopped out with a magnum
And let me stop
Before they hit me with conspiracy
Remember we was starving
Robbin niggas for they currency
And fuck the opps
Shit ain't got no sympathy
Been slaying them for years
I know they wish they could get rid of me
Ey pussy niggas
Scary bitches still ain't took a life
Soon as they took my dad
I started tripping with a loaded 9
You know what happened
Nevermind bitch i ain't gotta stay
If you was in my shoes
Then I promise you would do the same
I'm in this cell
I know I'm wasting my potential
Murda got my vision cloudy
Really fuckin up my mental
I should be out there going up
But i'm in central
I should be up in the booth
But instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag sum
This 40 my essential
Pulling skits inside a foreign
Bitch we sliding out this benzo
If I really want you gone
I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all led
I ain't have to use a pencil
Fill him up with all led
Doctor seen him and said all bad
And turn his shit down
The sucka side niggas all wack
And beefing over pussy
Matter fact sum we all had
If we smash
Then we all gassed
For all the minds
I was raised by cold killers
I still love my mother
She tried her best
I will never pick another
I remember asking God
Why the fuck we gotta suffer
Why me
I know this something nobody deserve
Most my life was straight pain
Every day feeling hurt
I know i gotta go to hell
For all them niggas i served
We masked up bagging shit
Looking just like the purge
Its real life but on the gang
We steady living like a movie
She heard paysoh in the room
Watch how fast she bitches choosey
I ain't even wanna hit
Her pussy smelling like sum sushi
Fuckin back to back tens
Every time i link with ruci
I'm in this cell
I know I'm wasting my potential
Murda got my vision cloudy
Really fuckin up my mental
I should be out there going up
But I'm in central
I should be in the booth
But instead I'm in this rental
Tryna bag sum
This 40 my essential
Pulling skits inside a foreign
Bitch we sliding out this benzo
If I really want you gone
I'm sliding with that trey special
Fill him up with all led
I ain't have to use a pencil

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