Corrección Letra Speak On It par AFN Peso

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(500K in this motherf**ker)
One of the most reasonable, one of the most solid
Yeah, uh, yo, Pes'
Yeah, uh (That kid Zello)

Thuggin' in the streets, tryna make a way
A lot of n***as die young, they ain't here today
Was it all worth it? They ain't here to say
Granny see what's goin' on, all she do is pray

Granny call my phone, say I'm in her prayers (Yeah)
40 on my hip, ain't tryna meet the maker
Chopper in the closet, hope she don't see it
And if she do see it, would it be my reason?
Made a couple enemies and they know the house (Yeah)
I get home, take a shower, then I'm on the couch (Yeah)
I take a nap, tryna relieve my stress (My stress)
Count up my money, now it's time to get dressed (Now it's time to get dressed)
We outside, know the thugs always hangin' (Always hangin')
Chase a n***a off his street, name ringin' (Yeah)
Glock hangin' out the window, Cobainin'
Glock hangin' out the window, Cobainin', yeah
I'm probably trappin' with your b*t*h, I'm not slangin' (Uh-uh)
I get money, I don't care I'm not famous (Uh-uh)
We in traffic and we see that y'all hangin' (Oh yeah?)
But I can't speak on that sh*t, I'm tryna make it
I won't tell on myself, but I'll tell the truth (Uh)
I'm tryna get it out the booth, coupe bulletproof (Yeah)
I just spent a n***a note on some tennis shoes (Facts)
You know you dealin' with the real, not the fake crew (Facts)
Only rockin' with my brothers, yeah, the same two (Same ones)
No, they not blood, but they came through (My n***as)
I had bad dreams and they came true
I hope my good dreams do the same too, yeah
Thuggin' in the streets, tryna make a way
A lot of n***as die young, they ain't here today
Was it all worth it? They ain't here to say
Granny see what's goin' on, all she do is pray
I only shed tears for the real n***as
Seen fake n***as kill real n***as
That body don't mean nothin' outside of jealousy (Outside of jealousy)
Pey, speak on that sh*t, my mind tellin' me, yeah

I don't trust nobody, I'm talkin' nobody
I keep my ear to the streets like my phone by it
That b*t*h f**kin', but she swear that she a homebody
She probably f**ked one of my opps, I don't know, probably
I be f**kin' opp hoes and I know they salty (Yeah)
Off the kush and orange juice, mix it with the coffee
I seen a n***a head split, oh, they finally offed him
I be tippin' through the traffic and I do it often
Yeah, I know you see me
Yeah, I know you wanna be me (n***a), uh
Young Pes', yeah, yeah
'Til we all up

Thuggin' in the streets, tryna make a way
A lot of n***as die young, they ain't here today
Was it all worth it? They ain't here to say
Granny see what's goin' on, all she do is pray
I only shed tears for the real n***as
Seen fake n***as kill real n***as
That body don't mean nothin' outside of jealousy (Outside of jealousy)
Pey, speak on that sh*t, my mind tellin' me, yeah

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