G Perico - Confessions lyrics

[G Perico - Confessions lyrics]

Confessions of a gangster, let me be honest
When they sent me to prison
That was like college
A hundred grand to me ain't
Shit but a couple dollars
If you ever was my victim
Sorry that I had to rob you
Confessions of a G from the streets
If I ever tell it all
They’ll give a elbow to me
Confessions of a G ain't that easy
This lifestyle is art
The type of shit you see on TV

Oilin' up the choppers
Loadin’ up the Glocks
If we catch a nigga slippin'
We gon blow him out his socks
I got demons in my closet, voices in my head
Tеllin' me to go slide for
My homies that's dеad
I be talkin' to myself while
I'm slidin' in this Benz
Everybody got a angle, G
You ain't got no friends
Most the niggas that I grew up
With strung out on meth
When I weigh out my options
Shit I’m better by myself
This nigga told and that nigga told, too
When the pressure really on, these
"tough niggas" gon fold, Too
Gang allegations, the cops kept raidin’
So every day at 5am I'm up pacin’
I ain't do it for the hood
I did it for myself
Case after case, stuck sittin' on the shelf
I ain't do it for the hood, I did for myself
When I got caught I wasn’t mad
And wasn't askin' for help

Confessions of a gangster, let me be honest
When they sent me to prison
That was like college
A hundred grand to me ain't
Shit but a couple dollars
If you ever was my victim
Sorry that I had to rob you
Confessions of a G from the streets
If I ever tell it all
They'll give a elbow to me
Confessions of a G ain't that easy
This lifestyle is art
The type of shit you see on TV

Bangin' with the bangers, baby, in
The streets we famous, Baby
Politics as usual, the other
Side, they hate me, Baby
In and out of town with
It, couple hundred pounds, Nigga
Come and cash me out, I
Need all mine right now, Nigga
I'm ballin' and it's visual
I been feelin' spiritual
I wonder how I made it
I promise it's a miracle
Did I sell my soul as kid, all the shit I did
Wishin' that somebody come and save
Me but they never did
From 111th to LP Camp, CYA
Then the LA County Jail before you go upstate
Kill or be killed, that's how we really live
Niggas wanna beef over a bitch
That's how it really is
I caught gun cases shootin'
Substance introducin'
They know it's authentic so they
Fuckin with the movement
These fuck niggas stupid
Tried to fuck up movement
I shift gears, now The Clicc is exclusive

Confessions of a gangster, let me be honest
When they sent me to prison
That was like college
A hundred grand to me ain't
Shit but a couple dollars
If you ever was my victim
Sorry that I had to rob you
Confessions of a G from the streets
If I ever tell it all
They'll give a elbow to me
Confessions of a G ain't that easy
This lifestyle is art
The type of shit you see on TV

111th East mercedes Benz AMG
Ya know what I'm sayin' snap-top C8's
V12's and V8's got bitches in each state
Love to eat steak wagyu, medium well
Sendin' fuck niggas to hell
Tell'em fuckin livin' well
I'm livin' great

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