Meadows
Making Peas
When I think of
Giving all this up
I think of being broke
And living with no hope
I’ve been doing this
Since the age of 14.
Shot, shot by the clock
How can I stop
Always making peas
This is who I am
That boy who sells
Grams for 40 pound.
I’ve got whatever you want
As long as you got the cash
You see shottin is a habit
It got me put inside
But how can I stop
When shottin is my life.