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PC 459

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Hip-Hop/Rap

PC 459 was released on January 26, 2022 by Peysoh / EMPIRE as a part of the album Ghetto Journal

Song Details

AlbumGhetto Journal

Release DateJanuary 26, 2022

LabelPeysoh / EMPIRE

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM104

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Peysoh

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Timothy Obotuke

Timothy Obotuke

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Quantich

Producer

RAN

Producer

Lyrics

Hey yo, Quantich run a man's up

Hey yo, Ran, turn that up (turn that up, turn that up, turn that up)

Keep going straight

At the end of the block make a left

'Ight, 'Ight

Turn your lights off it's that house right there

Park up we gon' knock three times

If no one there, we bouncing in

Alright you ready?

Pass me my mask

Put yo gloves on fool

C'mon, c'mon

Ready one, two, three

Started knocking **** doors

I got tired of being bummy, we was broke

We was struggling for money

I wanted it so bad, pick the house and hadda study

We was fiening for a lick, if it's my daughter now I'm a junky

Hadda drag it out the mud

My **** we wasn't lucky

On my side it get cold everyday it get ugly

It was stormy every day praying why it ain't sunny

It was time to make a change bro this shit wasn't funny

I couldn't sleep good at night

I was way too hungry

Next morning I woke up, bro I needed some money

So it went like this we really knock three times

I was pumping real fast I ain't even gon' lie

Hit the door came down with a couple of tries

Now we up in the house

Pray to God that I passed

The homie looking for some jewelry

I'm looking for cash

And if you do find a safe then that shit getting smashed

Check the closet ****

Boom, right there, take the whole jewelry box

Check the pockets ****, they be leaving shit in there too

Aye, help me lift this bed up

Fuck, there ain't shit in this damn house

Alright, c'mon next room

Aye, where the attic at? They have shit in there too?

This the shit we had to do just so we can maintain

I feel in love with 211 when I took my first chain

I hadda rob and pop **** just to earn us a name

We was tired of being broke, every day in the rain

I look my brothers in the eye

I could only see pain

Hit the field, take a chance

Anything for a plate

Always been a real **** if I eat then you wait

I told my **** "Just hold on, I swear we gon' be straight"

But for when I stuck flockin' soon it's time to suit up

You poppin' like you outside, but you really just booed up

We screaming fuck a nine to five, give it up or get hit

I ain't tryna punch a clock, I rather go hit a lick

Everything I ever own, I got that shit with a stick

Since a youngin', I always knew one day I'll be rich

If I ain't trapping or scamming, then I'm taking a risk

'Cause we hate it feeling stuck and everyone getting chip

I hate the struggle but I love it 'cause it made me the coldest

Ripped clothes, no food, I was feeling so hopeless

Tough times really made me

I was alone at my lowest

If you were stuck in my position, bro' for sure would've folded

I was sleeping on the floor with the mices and roaches

I been thuggin' on the block, my **** told me stay focus

But I'm caught up in these streets, forever keeping it loaded

Taught to keep a hammer close and never fear my opponent

Now a **** next up in case your dumbass ain't notice

I was really down bad but it was just for a moment

When every battle that I fought

Now I know that I'm chosen

Opp **** want war, but I know that they joking

I ain't a rapper when it's time my **** know that I'm blowin'

Stop posting guns like you popping we all know you ain't blowing

Sucka side turn down when it's time y'all choking

Yeah, when it's time y'all chokin'

Alright, put everything in the bag, ****

Let's get up outta, here we wasting too much time

C'mon

It's this way

Wait, what the fuck?

Hold on, shh

You hear that?

Nah, what the fuck

Oh shit, 12

Aye, let's get out the back

Through the back, through the back

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Jump this wall, jump this wall right here

Run, run, run, run, run, run

Keep running, keep running, c'mon

This way, this way, this way

Written by: Peysoh

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