Pe$o Pete - CHIMERA SHADOW GARDEN lyrics

Reportin' live from the 9-5-4
And if you ain't with the 9-5-4
Then you a 9-5-foe, you feel me? Yeo
(Cloud Strife's Full Limit Break Charge)

You send, you send, look at you

Kensa uh

Real slick when I walk in (Ooh, and I like)
Skatin' on thin ice 'cause these
Bitches like whenever I'm talkin'
(Ooh, and I)
Never needed nothin' not involved
With a payment (Ooh, and I, I like it)
If it ain't cash or some gas, stop callin'
I ain't ever been somebody
Then I started ballin' (Ooh, and I like)
He ain't ever been somеbody
So he call me "Awful" (Ooh, and I)
But if we comparе our music


We gon' see who garbage
(Ooh, and I like it)
Bro', it's 'bout to be half
A decade since I started (Like it)
You just spent like half a
Decade workin' at a Target
(Ooh, and I like) half a decade later
Couple racks by my right side (Ooh, and I)
Flexin' on 'em, Broward style
Straight across my arm length
(Ooh, and I, I like it)
Bench press the whole city
Workin' on my bar strength
Fuckin' wit' my team? No, he couldn't be
(Ooh, and I like)
You ain't even really nice enough to
Occupy a spot on our bench (Ooh, and I)
How you finna blame the dealer
Talkin' 'bout your cards bent?
(Ooh, and I like it, like it)
And where I'm from, that mean two things

I could juggle visas faster
Than magician card tricks (Ooh, and I like)
Or maybe I'll pull his card
Persona change of heart shit (Ooh, and I)
Cut it out literally, like, "Hol' up
Where his heart went?" (Ooh, and I)
Glasses on my face, Inner Focus
Kent Clark shit (I like it)
I could team huddle
Mean muggin' through my hardships
(Ooh, and I like)
I could beam bubble, but my wallet like lard
Bitch (Ooh, and I)
Yo' bitch ain't thick, my boy
You fuckin' wit' a large bitch
(Ooh, and I like it) uh, why?! (Like it)

Okay, PE$O never been one for the fuck around
(O oh) if he fuck around, take his bitch
I'm finna fuck around
(And I like, ooh, and I)
Homie said he love her
He don't know that his bitch fuck around
(Ooh, and I)
Sleight of hand, take a couple Xans
Finna raise the bar (I like it)
So I took a couple more Xans
Feelin' so bizarre (Ooh, and I like)
Crash right through my city, Crazy Taxi
Fuck a stolen car (Ooh, and I)
He be ridin' solo, but his swag' stolen
(O oh)
How you finna take the bar? (And I like it)
And not even gon' remake the bar? (Like it)

This shit isn't even difficult, bruh (O oh)
You can just smoke some shit (And I like)
Or like, somethin', bro' (Ooh, and I)
Psych! You couldn't do this shit
(Ooh, and I)
God built me different (I like it)
I'm really this in this bitch
W-D-F-A, Cypher Gang shit (Ooh, and I)
You really thought this shit was over? (O oh)
You thought I was just finna
Talk on the beat? (And I)
Aye, fuck you, man (O oh)
You smell, get to the money, bro'
(And I like it, like it)
Why it sound like (Like)

SHINY WORLD!, bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, ooh, and I like, ooh
And I)
Why it sound like murder? (Ooh, and I)
I'mma spit some shit they haven't heard of
(I like it)
I said, "Why it sound like murder?" (O oh)
I'm finna spit some shit
They haven't heard of, okay
(And I like, ooh, and I, yeah?)

Do it then
(But I just, bro', but I just, ooh)
Like, for real this time, yeah
I'll give you one more time
(Ugh, fine, dog, and I like it, like it)

Whistling

I got this, dummy

Fuck how I look, bitches love me for the
Sound from my diaphragm all I need is kills
Livin' like I could revive again
Find him off the 'Gram, throw hands
He ain't live again
Piece him like I'm dippin' puzzle pieces
I'm like a diagram
Rather you just get up and
Leave than to lie again
If he off a blunt, I'mma weave, tell him
"Try again"
He don't want no smoke, but I'mma roll
We gettin' fried again
Said he got the fire, like 'ight, bro'
Just light it then

Oh yeah, OUHBOY, this shit bangin'

Whistling

You know where I'm from
Broward bred, Broward dead
Bitch, I grew up in the lion's den
Not only with style, man
They think I'm a wild man
But I'm just a mild man
Why it sound like murder?
I'm a monster, it's a Kyōkaen
Beat her walls, Kaio-ken busoshoku Haki
My dick prolly hit like Iron Man
Cookin' wit' no grease
Studio like the fryin' pan
Plug said he dry, I'm like
"Why must you lie again?"
Pushed him for exotic, I
Need chronic, he said, "Five or ten"
How you finna lie again?

That's the white people price
Y'all be trippin' over drugs that
The white people like
He ain't seasoned when he schemin'
He got white people spice, on God

Alright, alright, alright, no more rapping
(Bro', what do you mean? Dog
That shit was fire)
No, no, no, I've had enough of the excuses
(Oh my god) you've had enough chances
(What do you mean, dog?) no, bitch, die (Ah)