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OMB Peezy

True Story

 

True Story


Yeah, man
Shit be crazy
Real shit
True story nigga
Peezy
Look, look, look, look

See I was sitting in the cell, writing on the wall
Thinking my bitch cheating but she waiting on my call
Got no visits from the fam, no letters from the dogs
And I was thinking 'bout changing but I got tangled in the law
The stale took my sweater and my cell so cold
Tell the devil it's whatever, couldn't sell my soul
Thought I was going home but I caught another case
The lawyers said plead guilty, told 'em get up out my face
They tried to charge me with a gun that they ain't even find
Seen the pictures in my phone but I said it ain't mine
They said who it is? man I said I don't know
Them pictures was in the phone when I bought it from a ho
They told me I was lying, they could see me in the picture
I said okay it was mine but I threw it in the river
I sat before the judge, blue pants, white shirt
The judge said I need to change, a long sentence might work
A long sentence might hurt but I'ma take it on the chin
Going crazy in my head, wishing this shit was pretend
A mug on my face when I walked in Unit A
I'm just here to do my time, I ain't here to make friends
They put me in the cell with a black nigga with dreads
He was doing push ups with his feet up on the bed
He better play it cool, 'cause I ain't with that stunting
And I'm tripping if he trippin, we can get this shit bumping
'Cause I don't fear nothing, want respect, you gotta give it
He tried to play it cool but he was scared, I can feel it
That night I went to sleep, a lot of shit up on my mind
First time I had a dream in a long ass time
I was chilling with a dime, smoking in the corner
Streetlights popped on, it was just getting dark
Usually got the Glock, but now a nigga slipping
My ears went deaf and I can see the scenes ripping
Light moving slow motion, I see chopper bullets flipping
Am I tripping? the key would not go in the ignition
Nigga hit me in my head, I woke up sweating
Woke up in the cell, man that wasn't what I expected
Next court date I was still in denial
Nigga beat the case, I ain't even take it to trial
God by my side, he was watching over his child
He would know the life of a real nigga living down to ride
It's Peezy

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