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The Art Of Peer Pressure
[Verse 1]
Me
and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A
quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and
orange soda
Janky
stash box when the federales roll up
Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor
We on
the mission for bad bitches and trouble
I
hope the universe love you today
‘Cause the energy we bringing sure to carry
away
A flock of positive activists and fill the body with hate
If it’s
necessary
Bumping Jeezy first album looking
distracted
Speaking language only we know, you think is an
accent
The
windows roll down all I see is a hand pass it
Hotboxing like George Foreman grilling the masses
Of the
working world,
we
pulled up on a bunch of working girls
And asked them what they working with –
look at me
I got
the blunt in my mouth
Usually I’m drug-free, but shit I’m with the
homies
[Interlude]
(Yea
nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red
Come through and bust ya head
nigga)
Me
and the homies
(Sag
all the way to the liquor store
Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted
some more)
Me and the homies
(I
ride for my mothafuckin’ niggas
Hop
out, do my stuff, then hop back in)
Me and the homies
(Matter fact, I hop out that mothafucka and be like
“Doo!
Doo! Doo! Doo!...Doo! Doo! Doo! Doo! Doo!”)
[Verse
2]
It’s
2:30 and the sun is beaming
Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach
screaming
Hungry for anything unhealthy and if nutrition can help
me
I’ll tell you to suck my dick then I'll continue
eating
We
speeding on the 405 passing Westchester
You
know the light skin girls in all the little dresses, good
Lord
They
knew we weren’t from ‘round there
‘Cause every time we down there we pulling
out the Boost Mobile sim cards
Bougie bitches with no extensions
Hood niggas with bad
intentions, the perfect combination
Before we sparked a conversation
We seen three niggas in
colors we didn’t like then started interrogating
I
never was a gangbanger, I mean I was never stranger to the folk neither
I
really doubt it
Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it
That’s
ironic ‘cause I’ve never been violent, until I’m with the
homies
[Interlude]
(Just
ridin’, just ridin’)
Me and the homies
(Bullshittin’, actin’ a fool)
Me
and the homies
(Trippin’, really trippin’)
Me and the homies
(Just
ridin’, just ridin’, just ridin’…)
[Verse 3]
Bragging ‘bout the episode we just had
A
shot of Hennessey didn’t make me feel that bad
I’m
usually a true firm believer of bad karma
Consequences from evil will make
your past haunt you
We
tryna conquer the city with disobedience
Quick
to turn it up, even if we ain’t got the CD in
But
Jeezy still playing and our attitude is still “nigga, what is you
saying”
Pull
in front of the house that we been camping out for like two months
The sun is
going down as we take whatever we want
(Ay, ay, nigga cash out, pop the
safe
Ay nigga, I think it's somebody in this room
Wait, what?
Nigga,
it's somebody in this room!)
I hit
the back window in search of any Nintendo
DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the
trunk
We
made a right, then made a left, then made a right
Then made a left, we was
just circling life
My
mama called – "Hello? What you doin'? “Kicking it”
I should’ve told her I’m
probably ‘bout to catch my first offense with the
homies
But
they made a right, they made a left then made a right
Then another
right
One lucky night with the homies
[Outro]
K.
Dot, you faded, hood?
Yea we finally got that nigga faded. I think he hit the
wrong blunt though
Ooh, which one?
Well which one he talking 'bout? I was
finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it
I pray he ain't hit that
Nah,
that nigga straight. He ain't hit that one
Got the shenanigans? Give that
nigga the shenanigans
Nigga I think we should push back to the
city, fo real doe
Nigga, for what?
What
that nigga, what's that Jeezy song say nigga?
"Last time I checked I was the
man on these streets!"
Yea, yea, that shit right there. I'm tryna be the
nigga in the street
There
he go. Man you don't even know how the shit go
Look, here's the plan luv. We
gon' use the kickback as a alibi
Wait 'til the sun go down, roll
out,
complete the mission,
drop
K. Dot off at
his
mama van, at the park,
cause
I know he trying to fuck on Sherane tonight
That's what he’s not gon' do
Then we all gon' meet back at
the block at about 10:30
That's straight but we should meet up around 12; I'm
tryna fuck on something too
Nigga sit yo dumb ass back down, nigga you ain't
doing shit tonight
Matter fact, nigga get in the mothafuckin' car. We finna
get active
Blessed
[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q]
What
is life for a nigga like me
Livin'
out his backpack every night needed a new place to sleep
But
this is now, nigga!
Ones
for the money, two for the bitches
Three to get ready cause I feel I finally
did it
Four's
for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn
that motherfucker to a critic
Man, I
got so much shit up on my plate dawg
I was
hangin' on them corners late
Pockets wasn't straight, bitch
I
ain't gon' make it at this rate, dawg
Know what I'm
sayin'?
Nigga
prayin' up to God just hopin' that he hear a nigga
I know the world got more
problems and it's much bigger
But I figured, I'd get some shit up off my
chest
To all
my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war
for
To all
my niggas that'll never make it out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin' hard,
don't let 'em see you weak
To all
my niggas first time steppin' in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep your
spirit in
To all
my niggas that's gon' fuck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our
heads and let us pray
Just
wanna say
[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q]
Stay
blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga
Really think about it, could be worse my
nigga
Don't stress my nigga, yes my nigga
We all blessed my
nigga
[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Now
how the fuck I'm 'posed to say this?
You
see, my nigga just lost his son while I'm here huggin' on my daughter
I grip
her harder
Kiss
her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin' of some bullshit to tell him, like
"It'll be okay.
You'll be straight, it'll be aight."
Well, fuck that shit
,
whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether it's money or some weed or puttin' in work, fuck it,
then I'm ridin'!
You
know wassup, but now a nigga couldn't stick around
Told myself that after
y'all moved that I'd be a fuckin' fool
To be livin' by the street
rules
Fuck
police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
But
anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
Remain' solid
brah
Keep
playin' ball cause it's the only way up out it, brah
A
nigga proud of ya
'
Tell
Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I'll have whatever he
needs
We the
last of a dyin' breed,
live
life, smoke trees
See
how far we've come
,
but
most, I'm sorry for your son
[Hook]
[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
And
you ain't gotta shed no tear
I'll be everywhere
And I'mma always be right
here
I ain't forgot those years
I'll be everwhere
But I'mma always be
right here
[Verse
3: Kendrick Lamar]
Livin'
in a premature place - wait
Never
grow to see
the
pearly gates
-
break
Every
time a bullet detonate
-
dates
Of
obituary carry crates
of a
scary picture
With a family member that relate to ya
In
December you was finna pin another case
On your record in a stolen
Expedition, play it safe
As the
record spinnin' you was hearin' angels entertain
Every pun intended, that was
wicked, comin' from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didn't hit the
block again
That's because the minute after you had knew you would be
slain
Open
up another chapter in the book and read 'gain
Story
of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change
Everybody ain't (blessed my
nigga)
Yes, my nigga, you're blessed
Take advantage, do your best, my
nigga
Don't
stress
,
you
was granted everything inside this planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my nigga
You reject
these niggas that neglect your respect
For
the progress of a baby step, my nigga
Step, step my nigga
One, two, skip,
skip
Back, back, look both ways
Pull it off the hip
Blast
at anybody say that you can't
flip
This crack into rap music every other zip is a
track
Get used to it, get it off quick
Come
back, give back to the city you've built
That's that, don't trip, see money,
fuck niggas, dawg
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuck niggas
dawg
In a
minute everybody gon' be winnin'
Put a little faith in it then recognize that
we all
[Hook]
Song Cry
[Hook - Jay-Z]
I can't
see em coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see em
coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
[Verse
1]
Good
dude - I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move
We was
together on the block since free lunch
We should've been together having Four
Seasons brunch
We used
to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first class to
change the forecast
Never
in bunches, just me and you
I loved
your point of view cause you held no punches
Still
I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back
in
We're
somewhere in a small town, somewhere locking a mall down
Woodgrain, four and
change, Armor All'd down
I can
understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride
won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow
with
But deep inside a nigga so
sick
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
On
repeat, the CD of BIG's
"Me and
My Bitch"
Watching Bonnie and Clyde, pretending to be that
shit
Empty
gun in your hand saying, "Let me see that clip"
Shopping sprees, pull out
your Visa quick
A nigga
had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys
to that V dot 6
We was
so happy poor but when we got rich
That's
when our signals got crossed
, and
we got flipped
Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that
shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it
It was
the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used
to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me
Used to tell they friends
I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I
showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And
then they got fussy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember
you
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
A face
of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that
you had a special friend
So
what was oh so special then
You have given away without getting at
me
That's
your fault, how many times you forgiven me
How
was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know
the way a nigga living was whack
But you don't get a nigga back like
that!
Shit
I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and
leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had, just like
that
I was
just fucking them girls, I was gon' get right back
They
say, "You can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's gone bad, she's
gone forever"
I mourn
forever, shit
I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong
forever