Peace Sign
From the city where you sell ice or smoke it
Back home, call it P, guess the P is potent
This life is bittersweet, sweet, sugarcoat it
Fruits of the labour, that's the latest focus
Ordered Kobe on the side, that's the greatest open
She winked at me twice, I was late to notice
Ex just wrote a note, I said, "Duly noted"
I ain't rich but I'm fully loaded
Just had a brush with death, now I'm brushin' shoulders
Gave her different strokes like I'm Gary Colеman
Not true, but I'm that vulgar
So get your twin sister and your favouritе cousin over
Life can be a cold bitch, man
Avoided bein' Iceberg Slim by a slim chance
Black and white, sugar spice, goin' yin yang
People seekin' closure but, yeah, you know that shit change
I was on that OG (OG), they was tryna switch lanes (switch lanes)
Runnin' from the police (police), I was 17, man (17, man)
I lost my heart in the dark, barely glowin'
While make-believe seems like arteries just be explodin'
Smoke a pack in the back of an old Toyota and rap
'Bout the shit we don't have, replay it, then we just laugh
'Til we crashed on the ramp, my homie's dream died
Then he threw the peace sign up, and he left, where?
Back home, call it P, guess the P is potent
This life is bittersweet, sweet, sugarcoat it
Fruits of the labour, that's the latest focus
Ordered Kobe on the side, that's the greatest open
She winked at me twice, I was late to notice
Ex just wrote a note, I said, "Duly noted"
I ain't rich but I'm fully loaded
Just had a brush with death, now I'm brushin' shoulders
Gave her different strokes like I'm Gary Colеman
Not true, but I'm that vulgar
So get your twin sister and your favouritе cousin over
Life can be a cold bitch, man
Avoided bein' Iceberg Slim by a slim chance
Black and white, sugar spice, goin' yin yang
People seekin' closure but, yeah, you know that shit change
I was on that OG (OG), they was tryna switch lanes (switch lanes)
Runnin' from the police (police), I was 17, man (17, man)
I lost my heart in the dark, barely glowin'
While make-believe seems like arteries just be explodin'
Smoke a pack in the back of an old Toyota and rap
'Bout the shit we don't have, replay it, then we just laugh
'Til we crashed on the ramp, my homie's dream died
Then he threw the peace sign up, and he left, where?
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Writer(s): Daniel Duque-perez, Lane Harry Muir
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