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Peter Leo - No Reason
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What if i don't care what nobody asked me? What if i still played the corner and clapped heat? What if i still pimped my girl cause i had to? Would i be the same dad my kids look up to? (But what if they don't care?) Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weed Is gon' take my troubles away, its gon' take my trouble away away away I wake up in a daze, trapped in a maze Tryna be a good dad and still rap on that stage Perhaps I've been plagued for acting insane The packs I flipped, gats I gripped, slapped my bitch man Had my how on point like a toothpick But i was abusive, they labeled me ruthless Its eye for an eye, I monitor your soul The part of you that's faithless is the side that I control 48 laws and not one is gods own But i got to get this money and the streets is all I know Fuck you if you're hungry I got to feed my fam first And fuck you if you're eating Its you who i would blam first But for now things are looking up or so it seems I got my little deal my little family little dreams But the way I'm in the streets all day They might just take me away Or put a bullet in my head fore' i squeeze first... What if i don't care what nobody asked me? What if i still played the corner and clapped heat? What if i still pimped my girl cause i had to? Would i be the same dad my kids look up to? (But what if they don't care?) Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weed Is gon' take my troubles away, its gon' take my trouble away away away What a difference one day could make I was broke yesterday now im running from Jake You was dope yesterday so why you holding your face? I been official since a lil' nigga spitting on tape When my team hit the block the whole perimeter shake Go in the crib dudes out only the bitties could stay I been through the breaks out of state hustling weight While you was in your crib selling nicks fucking up cake I been in many chicks, henny twist, pennies to bricks I hit up many cliques, semi's spit, peddling piff, ahhhh Selling my girls body at coke parties Too busy to take a shot G throw up a toast for me Them niggas that i roll with go up and close for me With the colt 40 and bloaw - the end of your story At least your shorty was getting that bread for me At least your story is better than no story nigga What if i don't care what nobody asked me? What if i still played the corner and clapped heat? What if i still pimped my girl cause i had to? Would i be the same dad my kids look up to? (But what if they don't care?) Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weed Is gon' take my troubles away, its gon' take my trouble away away away
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