Текст песни Peer Pressure - DeLeon Rovon

Tote the will smithin wesson if you thinking you feeling fresh prince
Glimpsing new lights, Heights, nothing to refresh this
Hell given life, demons feel heaven sent
Pulling green out the earth, you in the garden its sent clips
Smoke the ashes of a rapper through break loops
First timing shit, it ain't a need for a take two
As I take two puffs let the pain flow
Through my lungs, Times I feel that I hang low
With the dry, things we do for the eye
Niggas do for the clout, momma dont cry at the house
Trying to service in the garden of thorns, torn through this alcohol puddle moving ashore
Cause a sure things coming when you drunk on the couch
I'm out, about, to take a chance and then blow
Bounce back to this rap shit moving alone
Niggas dap you and fuck yo chick, just so they know, they even with you
Dont let jealousy get you kilt, wrong ones holding steal will let it Blow out forreal
Parents bury sons, my auntie know how that feel
I shield out the negativity we needing to chill
What the media doing? Ain't making us better students
Ain't like the music doing better thats the shit they influence
Internet rapping, social media fooling ya, feeding lies in your life that You know you can persue

Man it's a broken dream, way that i view it
Ain't really what it seems, ima keep doing music
A broken dream, way that i view it
Ain't really what it seems, ima keep doing music so

Whats a dream to a kid lost out in the streets
Whats a dream to a kid who ain't all he can be
Whats a dream to a kid when its all out of reach
Whats a dream to a kid who can't call out on me

Just Bounce, Bounce
Just Bounce, Bounce
Just Bounce, Bounce
Just Bounce, Bounce

Whats a dream to a kid lost out in the streets
Whats a dream to a kid who ain't all he can be
Whats a dream to a kid when its all out of reach
Whats a dream to a kid who can't call out on me

Trapped between the devil and God without a license
Had no drive but the talent less aware of all my vices
Walking through the valley of death you know my alley
Some young niggas roaming the streets can't be a talley
Looking out my window i be searching for sunlight
18 years what do i do I dont know life
Living at my mommas friends gone for college, and I can't acknowledge, the evil thats in sight
Opportunities passing by, who am I?
Outside i'm tryna pass me a blunt
Throw on my gym green foams, hoodie, homies out front
Should be doing school work but you the shit got me swamped
Put 2 G's in my socks his under shorts hold a gun
After this sparked little niggas got some kitty to hunt
Could care about opinions, but this me being blunt
A preist can touch a lady lately I ain't fucking with nun
So I, put my faith in the crooks
How can I make it out this trouble with my faith in a book
A 2nd look back at life, how can I, Make it right
With a soul sacrifice if my niggas is hooked
Whats a dream?

So who wants to be a King?