Video 8pm In South Central de Afn Peso 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Afn Peso - 8pm In South Central Lyrics

[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 space
I wonder if I can talk about them times when I ain't had shit
Talkin' 'bout
Smashin' down 180, stash spot popped open, thirty stick hangin' off my lap
Nigga
Regular fades, regular grades, nigga
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Had to roll the window down and feed them niggas bullets
Who the fuck 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 gangbangin' 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 now you seen 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
Bitches 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]
Nigga, what you know about this life, nigga?
This shit get scarce, nigga
I used to kinda feel like I had a place for just
I used to be kinda like
Thinkin' like damn, is this life? Like
Is this all I got? Like
I really been to a point where I didn't give a fuck, nigga, I really was with it, nigga
Dead or in jail, nigga, dead homies, nigga, 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 nigga Fifa would've kept my name lit
I held him down through that whole trial, so he owe me this
Nigga, 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 shit 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 my little bravado
She ordered a Clase Azul, I added a fish taco
Money the biggest motto, niggas be fake rich
I pull out a hundred thousand and blow it, it ain't shit
[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
Bitches 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, nigga