Rs up when they ask me
John Peace on a Smaccbeat this trac heat
Eatin season pick up weight lay low in turn
Soon as the summer get hot hustlers let the fat burn
Packs gotta turn and the world too
I got dreas to chase and lessons to learn too
Took plenty chances still got some o burn through
I'm white but if I say some gangster shitnit ain't for earning cool
From the gutter in these streets to the belly of the beast
Pinched at 19 was 29 for I was free
Groomed under GDs cuz pops liked to drink
No moms at home just pops and his PTSD
My only happiness a nasty ass beat
Freestyling with BP till beasts what we both happened to be
I catch hell for being thugged out and just too bright
But they don't ask where I grew up or learned how to fight
How i the long bid and stayed solid in prison
I'm just the product post trauma and my father's ism's
Its different levels of potency that make em notice me
My fans gone be woke and most are gone be Gs
Allergic to the f*ck shit but I can hold the sneeze grind till the game and these haters on they knees
Its different levels of potency that make em notice me
My fans gone be woke and most are gone be Gs
Allergic to the f*ck shit but I can hold the sneeze grind till the game and these haters on they knees
Handle pressure well been workin since early teens
Paper route got me that bmx no purse strings
Worked for 80 cent a day in the joint that shit hurt me
Been out 5 years ain't made it yet still on the journey
Some get a sentence others just a knap on a gurnee
I did mine 10 down on the li e no perjury
Gutter I'm so hood yup and M im so street
Start a wave drip deep it's so true that's so me
May be hard to believe but ain't no Ripley's with Peace
Mythical legendary words for describing me
Rs up bout to rise like biscuits in the oven
It ain't no quit in Peace hate him or love him
I got haters but f*ck em
I'll be damned if I duck em
I couldn't be what I wasn't
Fam we could just run it
Forever im trucking I'm in that ram 1500
Till the day these haters kill me or I die of consumption
John Peace RCG - Potency Lyrics
John Peace RCG - Potency Lyrics
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Rs up when they ask me
John Peace on a Smaccbeat this trac heat
Eatin season pick up weight lay low in turn
Soon as the summer get hot hustlers let the fat burn
Packs gotta turn and the world too
I got dreas to chase and lessons to learn too
Took plenty chances still got some o burn through
I'm white but if I say some gangster shitnit ain't for earning cool
From the gutter in these streets to the belly of the beast
Pinched at 19 was 29 for I was free
Groomed under GDs cuz pops liked to drink
No moms at home just pops and his PTSD
My only happiness a nasty ass beat
Freestyling with BP till beasts what we both happened to be
I catch hell for being thugged out and just too bright
But they don't ask where I grew up or learned how to fight
How i the long bid and stayed solid in prison
I'm just the product post trauma and my father's ism's
Its different levels of potency that make em notice me
My fans gone be woke and most are gone be Gs
Allergic to the f*ck shit but I can hold the sneeze grind till the game and these haters on they knees
Its different levels of potency that make em notice me
My fans gone be woke and most are gone be Gs
Allergic to the f*ck shit but I can hold the sneeze grind till the game and these haters on they knees
Handle pressure well been workin since early teens
Paper route got me that bmx no purse strings
Worked for 80 cent a day in the joint that shit hurt me
Been out 5 years ain't made it yet still on the journey
Some get a sentence others just a knap on a gurnee
I did mine 10 down on the li e no perjury
Gutter I'm so hood yup and M im so street
Start a wave drip deep it's so true that's so me
May be hard to believe but ain't no Ripley's with Peace
Mythical legendary words for describing me
Rs up bout to rise like biscuits in the oven
It ain't no quit in Peace hate him or love him
I got haters but f*ck em
I'll be damned if I duck em
I couldn't be what I wasn't
Fam we could just run it
Forever im trucking I'm in that ram 1500
Till the day these haters kill me or I die of consumption
John Peace on a Smaccbeat this trac heat
Eatin season pick up weight lay low in turn
Soon as the summer get hot hustlers let the fat burn
Packs gotta turn and the world too
I got dreas to chase and lessons to learn too
Took plenty chances still got some o burn through
I'm white but if I say some gangster shitnit ain't for earning cool
From the gutter in these streets to the belly of the beast
Pinched at 19 was 29 for I was free
Groomed under GDs cuz pops liked to drink
No moms at home just pops and his PTSD
My only happiness a nasty ass beat
Freestyling with BP till beasts what we both happened to be
I catch hell for being thugged out and just too bright
But they don't ask where I grew up or learned how to fight
How i the long bid and stayed solid in prison
I'm just the product post trauma and my father's ism's
Its different levels of potency that make em notice me
My fans gone be woke and most are gone be Gs
Allergic to the f*ck shit but I can hold the sneeze grind till the game and these haters on they knees
Its different levels of potency that make em notice me
My fans gone be woke and most are gone be Gs
Allergic to the f*ck shit but I can hold the sneeze grind till the game and these haters on they knees
Handle pressure well been workin since early teens
Paper route got me that bmx no purse strings
Worked for 80 cent a day in the joint that shit hurt me
Been out 5 years ain't made it yet still on the journey
Some get a sentence others just a knap on a gurnee
I did mine 10 down on the li e no perjury
Gutter I'm so hood yup and M im so street
Start a wave drip deep it's so true that's so me
May be hard to believe but ain't no Ripley's with Peace
Mythical legendary words for describing me
Rs up bout to rise like biscuits in the oven
It ain't no quit in Peace hate him or love him
I got haters but f*ck em
I'll be damned if I duck em
I couldn't be what I wasn't
Fam we could just run it
Forever im trucking I'm in that ram 1500
Till the day these haters kill me or I die of consumption
Writer: Joseph KEITH
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