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letra de 8pm in south central - afn peso

[intro]
what time is it, ’bout 8 o’clock?
yeah, i could talk about what i’m doin’ right now, where i’m at right now, but
right now, we in a good sp-ce
i wonder if i can talk about them times when i ain’t had sh-t
talkin ’bout
smashin’ down 180, stash spot popped open, thirty stick hangin’ on my lap
n-gga
regular fades, regular grades, n-gga
yeah, uh, yeah

[verse 1]
had to roll the window down and feed them n-ggas bullets
who the f-ck you think you talkin’ to? you ain’t no bully
lack of evidence is relevant when tryna book me
judge overlookin’ everything, she probably shouldn’t
i was birthed in broken homes, i never knew my dad
moms could’ve paid that cash and dumped mе in the trash
what a blessing, a successor of a dеadbeat dad
i gave his ass a second chance, but i’m forever mad
i got the right to, because i needed you
a lack of love had me g-ngb-ngin’ in high school
skippin’ classes, shootin’ dices, tryna fight too
tryna prove the point, nah, i ain’t no buster as a bright dude
and i could see it well, knots and bruises too
knowin’ i can’t fail, the heights i climbed to
you gotta watch your back, ’cause they’ll slime you
hoes in my dm say i’m handsome and i like you
[chorus]
but you don’t know me, baby, ’cause i’m really crazy
need someone to help me soften up, i need some savin’
so much anger in my heart because i love so bad
tryna be a better person, gettin’ done so bad
homie switchin’ up, usin’ peso for the sauce
b-tches playin’ fake, tryna use me for the cash
i’m outside in amg and i can’t do the dash
book a left, i got no stash, i think i seen the crash, uh

[interlude]
n-gga, what you know about this life, n-gga?
this sh-t get scarce, n-gga
i used to kinda feel like i had a place for just
i used to be kinda like
thinkin’ like d-mn, is this life? like
is this all i got? like
i really been to a point where i didn’t give a f-ck, n-gga, i really was with it, n-gga
dead or in jail, n-gga, dead homies, n-gga, uh

[verse 2]
i swear i almost shed a tear tryna make this song
when i reflect, i’m all alone, but i know i’m strong
on my own, since eighteen, i been payin’ bills
‘magine i would’ve died young, who would’ve kept it real
i know my n-gga fifa would’ve kept my name lit
i held him down through that whole trial, so he owe me this
n-gga, and deeski would’ve never got the get-back good
he was chasin’ hoop dreams and left me in the hood
but it’s all good, though, you know we good, bro
if i was you, i would probably do that sh-t too (facts)
i was livin’ crazy, would’ve pulled you in too
so who am i to judge on what you should do?
yeah, g-wagen on forgiatos, me and little bravado
she ordered a clase azul, i added a fish taco
money the biggest motto, n-ggas be fake rich
i pull out a hundred thousand and blow it, it ain’t sh-t
[chorus]
but you don’t know me, baby, ’cause i’m really crazy
need someone to help me soften up, i need some savin’
so much anger in my heart because i love so bad
tryna be a better person, gettin’ done so bad
homie switchin’ up, usin’ peso for the sauce
b-tches playin’ fake, tryna use me for the cash
i’m outside in amg and i can’t do the dash
book a left, i got no stash, i think i seen the crash, uh

- afn peso

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