No Peace
I don't want peace
I heard they talking, and plotting and watching
These niggas move just like police
They ain't got no money ain't getting no breesh
(No way) That bag coming
Gang gotta eat, that lil shorty bugging
She treesh, I been moving bougie
This dick for the freaks
I don't do the groupies I pass to the team
And brodie gon get it
Told Mayo I'm done taking losses
We bosses, so we gotta win
We know them niggas don't wanna give credit
So no we ain't showing no love in the end
Applying that pressure
My niggas don't fold, too solid like metal
They won't ever bend
Some'll say they loyal they ain't never been
They ain't really for you, they blow like the wind
And that goes wherever
I'm never fearing no man if we bleed the same
You want a problem it could go wherever
Rocking this designer, I don't think I'm better
I come from the bottom, so this shit like treasure
Might hit a dance on 'em
Superman on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night so I can bend it over
Fuck the pigs yeah everything is kosher
I just hit up Jkidd, said he up in Dover
Had to tell my boy safety
Gotta keep one eye on these niggas
Other on the bag Like its lazy
Niggas talking like they fuck with you
Then go switch up on you
Damn that shit crazy
Shit be so crazy, Fuck shit
I can't let it faze me
Tryna be a product of the hood
Tryna run this shit up like I'm Jay-Z
Got this devil on my shoulder
I can't let him take me
I won't let 'em break me
Might not never, 98
Ima go back in
They want me to go back in
98 the biggest, they don't realize
That I been it, Shit that they do
I done did it, hittas around and they spinning
I got 'em if you know you know
Uh, 98
They try to stop me like who really better?
I can't go back to no old hoes
Call my dominican mami cause she get so wetter
Might spin that block in a Volvo
Fuck getting flashy to get 'em along as its
4-door, drop couple racks up in Soho
Me and the gang make a movie
But this ain't no GoPro
My niggas balling off court
And they know we outside, We be right
In the Fort, that boy said he gon slide
He ain't jump off the porch
Lotta niggas is dying, this shit like a sport
Lotta shit could be worse so I can't complain
RIP Sleep, screaming free all of my niggas
That's locked by them chains and thangs
Came up inda slums making bangs and thangs
Might have to get low
Mel with me that boy a demon
He just might erase your name
They ask I don't know, I cannot speak on some shit
But I seen some Stranger Things
Gotta move like a soldier no Major Payne
Cut some lames off this a major change
I try to paint the picture with no frame
I done burnt bridges, I won't say they names
They ain't even worth the fame
I ain't giving shit up, I just gucci the fit
It ain't gucci enough, shorty said that I'm lit
She just want me to fuck
And they know who I be, 98
Baddie on me thirsty, come hydrate
And they know a nigga getting paid like Fridays
I just wanna ball like NBA, no by-games
I just might hit 'em with a swerve in a i8
Ima keep it a buck
When I get in this game, I ain't giving no trust
Cause some niggas be snakes gotta ride with it tucked
98
I heard they talking, and plotting and watching
These niggas move just like police
They ain't got no money ain't getting no breesh
(No way) That bag coming
Gang gotta eat, that lil shorty bugging
She treesh, I been moving bougie
This dick for the freaks
I don't do the groupies I pass to the team
And brodie gon get it
Told Mayo I'm done taking losses
We bosses, so we gotta win
We know them niggas don't wanna give credit
So no we ain't showing no love in the end
Applying that pressure
My niggas don't fold, too solid like metal
They won't ever bend
Some'll say they loyal they ain't never been
They ain't really for you, they blow like the wind
And that goes wherever
I'm never fearing no man if we bleed the same
You want a problem it could go wherever
Rocking this designer, I don't think I'm better
I come from the bottom, so this shit like treasure
Might hit a dance on 'em
Superman on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night so I can bend it over
Fuck the pigs yeah everything is kosher
I just hit up Jkidd, said he up in Dover
Had to tell my boy safety
Gotta keep one eye on these niggas
Other on the bag Like its lazy
Niggas talking like they fuck with you
Then go switch up on you
Damn that shit crazy
Shit be so crazy, Fuck shit
I can't let it faze me
Tryna be a product of the hood
Tryna run this shit up like I'm Jay-Z
Got this devil on my shoulder
I can't let him take me
I won't let 'em break me
Might not never, 98
Ima go back in
They want me to go back in
98 the biggest, they don't realize
That I been it, Shit that they do
I done did it, hittas around and they spinning
I got 'em if you know you know
Uh, 98
They try to stop me like who really better?
I can't go back to no old hoes
Call my dominican mami cause she get so wetter
Might spin that block in a Volvo
Fuck getting flashy to get 'em along as its
4-door, drop couple racks up in Soho
Me and the gang make a movie
But this ain't no GoPro
My niggas balling off court
And they know we outside, We be right
In the Fort, that boy said he gon slide
He ain't jump off the porch
Lotta niggas is dying, this shit like a sport
Lotta shit could be worse so I can't complain
RIP Sleep, screaming free all of my niggas
That's locked by them chains and thangs
Came up inda slums making bangs and thangs
Might have to get low
Mel with me that boy a demon
He just might erase your name
They ask I don't know, I cannot speak on some shit
But I seen some Stranger Things
Gotta move like a soldier no Major Payne
Cut some lames off this a major change
I try to paint the picture with no frame
I done burnt bridges, I won't say they names
They ain't even worth the fame
I ain't giving shit up, I just gucci the fit
It ain't gucci enough, shorty said that I'm lit
She just want me to fuck
And they know who I be, 98
Baddie on me thirsty, come hydrate
And they know a nigga getting paid like Fridays
I just wanna ball like NBA, no by-games
I just might hit 'em with a swerve in a i8
Ima keep it a buck
When I get in this game, I ain't giving no trust
Cause some niggas be snakes gotta ride with it tucked
98
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