Omb Peezy Deeper Than You Think (feat. OMB Iceberg)
[Chorus]
A couple niggas went left but I don't need em
I ain't got no love for them cuz they ain't lovin me either
Too many smiling faces make it hard for me to read em
Duckin the reaper gotta stay close to that heater
This shit deeper than you think it is, thank it is nigga
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[Verse 1: Peezy]
Wake up to police at the door
I done fell asleep with that Glock layin on the floor
Went ahead and took my charge
Thought about runnin nowhere to go
But if you hit that cell and post yo bail they ain't yo bro
Stickin dick up in them hoes
You hit that cell they won't answer the phone
Stickin shit up with my pole
When I was broke they thought I was wrong
Showed you so much love
You turned yo back now the feelings is gone
I done been on my own
I know how it feel to be all alone
I done been down bad, been locked up, I done been broke
I done been shot at, but one thang I never been a hoe
Fuck it, lightin shit up the whole week
Let em know this s--- ain't no joke
Its deeper than a missed call
My dick was up in her throat
Me and my brother was stugglin hustling
Tryna get us a lil meal
Lotta these niggas be rappin bout livin that shit
We was in it for real
Lotta these niggas be rappin bout livin that shit
Just to get em a deal
This shit deeper than you think it is
[Chorus]
A couple niggas went left but I don't need em
I ain't got no love for them cuz they ain't lovin me either
Too many smiling faces make it hard for me to read em
Duckin the reaper gotta stay close to that heater
This shit deeper than you think it is, thank it is nigga
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[Verse 2: Iceberg]
It get deeper than the ocean
Remember the only way im eatin was robbin niggas
Been four seasons
Me and my lil brother lookin for customers
In the streets extend the clock lock
We on the job or some
We'd rock up who got some weed like we a knock
If I up the Glock ain't no more talkin come up out the pocks
If it wasn't for robberies or sellin dope straight off the pot
Woulda been hurt, a nigga probably end up in a box
And as im smokin on this pressure
Think about a lot
I know my enemies are haters but I wonder why
The closest friends that ya got probly want ya spot
Im asking god to keep them squares out my circle
[Chorus]
A couple niggas went left but I don't need em
I ain't got no love for them cuz they ain't lovin me either
Too many smiling faces make it hard for me to read em
Duckin the reaper gotta stay close to that heater
This shit deeper than you think it is, thank it is nigga
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