Give Me Peace
Everything I touch turns to fire
Wanna know how I got so hot you gon have to catch me red handed
I be quick to take a nigga bitch
These hoes for the streets am the broadway bandit
All I talk is money, can't be having convos with broke niggas that shit don't translate
I could never watch my nigga starve
There ain't nothing to contemplate
Whatever we gotta do to get that nigga fed, we gon carry it out
Not too many niggas know what am really about
Even members of my own family
Being so disconnected from your roots make it hard to sprout
But Fuck it I'm still shooting for the clouds
Get in the booth to hear my thoughts out loud
Hoping the lyrics will give me peace
Left some dreams so far behind, they might as well be deceased
It's sickening boy, failure can eat at you like a disease
But am boss, whenever problems pop up they get dismissed
That ass looking juicy let me get a squeeze
Niggas spend they whole life's chasing a craft, but when them trade talks fall apart we settle for less
Now we gotta substitute our women
The old ones no longer think we are in their class
Am just hoping I could get it to work out
I just hope I can prove I can ball with the best
Sometimes I sit in the whip and I reminisce
About the times I was still a kid
Back then I thought by the time I got to this age, I'll be so filthy
And all the baddest bitches would wanna feel thee
I ain't filthy yet they can't tackle how am seeing all this green in front of me
We never shared pain now shit on and popping you wanna act bubbly
Rich man drama when money is coming in niggas start to act funny
That's why I hop in the booth to hear my thoughts out loud
Hoping the lyrics will give me peace
Am one of the niggas who don't come out with a lot of clout
But am still one of the top picks
Before the cap and gown niggas already knew how to pop shit
Plus am flyer than a nigga in a cockpit
Still passing through these bitches, I don seen more legs than a carpet
Send it back to the kitchen
Tell them niggas I said I want the same shit but make it better
They don't know the shit niggas had to stomach to get this all mighty dollar
With this new money I got, am washing away all the diarrhea
Wanna know how I got so hot you gon have to catch me red handed
I be quick to take a nigga bitch
These hoes for the streets am the broadway bandit
All I talk is money, can't be having convos with broke niggas that shit don't translate
I could never watch my nigga starve
There ain't nothing to contemplate
Whatever we gotta do to get that nigga fed, we gon carry it out
Not too many niggas know what am really about
Even members of my own family
Being so disconnected from your roots make it hard to sprout
But Fuck it I'm still shooting for the clouds
Get in the booth to hear my thoughts out loud
Hoping the lyrics will give me peace
Left some dreams so far behind, they might as well be deceased
It's sickening boy, failure can eat at you like a disease
But am boss, whenever problems pop up they get dismissed
That ass looking juicy let me get a squeeze
Niggas spend they whole life's chasing a craft, but when them trade talks fall apart we settle for less
Now we gotta substitute our women
The old ones no longer think we are in their class
Am just hoping I could get it to work out
I just hope I can prove I can ball with the best
Sometimes I sit in the whip and I reminisce
About the times I was still a kid
Back then I thought by the time I got to this age, I'll be so filthy
And all the baddest bitches would wanna feel thee
I ain't filthy yet they can't tackle how am seeing all this green in front of me
We never shared pain now shit on and popping you wanna act bubbly
Rich man drama when money is coming in niggas start to act funny
That's why I hop in the booth to hear my thoughts out loud
Hoping the lyrics will give me peace
Am one of the niggas who don't come out with a lot of clout
But am still one of the top picks
Before the cap and gown niggas already knew how to pop shit
Plus am flyer than a nigga in a cockpit
Still passing through these bitches, I don seen more legs than a carpet
Send it back to the kitchen
Tell them niggas I said I want the same shit but make it better
They don't know the shit niggas had to stomach to get this all mighty dollar
With this new money I got, am washing away all the diarrhea
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Writer(s): Desmond Keyaka
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