Peace & Quiet
Im tired of hypocrite freaks
With tongues in their cheeks
Turning their eyes as they speak
They make me sick and tired
I do what I feel
Hand on mic like welding to steel
It's hot here cowboy, don't burn in the field
Dust to dust youre urning a meal
Who want six with the desperado, nigga Hold guala
Pinch pennys don't play lotto, pimp simply we to hard follow
Except Quinton no ones in my pile
Skipped mention will that snatch ya smile kid
Hella mileage you spent on them little round tracks
Bound to baggage break back, like
Get free, gеt money, get something kid
Flow еffortlessly
Elements undisturbed
Like rivers, nigga, been here before
Heart of the city, I'm pure, as the sun up
Nigga What's up, y'all fed up?
My records moving outta store
(Yeah)
Door been open on the road, gliding before Nigga was ridding them low
Rims with the spokes
Trunk with the sub providing the bass when I'm riding the flow
Fuck all you know, fuck all your hoes
Fuck on you bitch I don't even do shows
Plus when I do imma fuck her some more
Don't be so fake like you knew me before
I wanted waves I wanted braids
Wanted to flex now a nigga wants paid
Y'all niggas slaves to society
Dick riding but ain't riding me
Chicken wings with a side piece
5 piece with a diet please
Piece of mind keep it quiet please
See them trying but ain't trying me
But these niggas keep on talking what you talking bout
Broke nigga what you talking bout
Niggas keep talking what you talking bout
Broke nigga what you talking bout
With tongues in their cheeks
Turning their eyes as they speak
They make me sick and tired
I do what I feel
Hand on mic like welding to steel
It's hot here cowboy, don't burn in the field
Dust to dust youre urning a meal
Who want six with the desperado, nigga Hold guala
Pinch pennys don't play lotto, pimp simply we to hard follow
Except Quinton no ones in my pile
Skipped mention will that snatch ya smile kid
Hella mileage you spent on them little round tracks
Bound to baggage break back, like
Get free, gеt money, get something kid
Flow еffortlessly
Elements undisturbed
Like rivers, nigga, been here before
Heart of the city, I'm pure, as the sun up
Nigga What's up, y'all fed up?
My records moving outta store
(Yeah)
Door been open on the road, gliding before Nigga was ridding them low
Rims with the spokes
Trunk with the sub providing the bass when I'm riding the flow
Fuck all you know, fuck all your hoes
Fuck on you bitch I don't even do shows
Plus when I do imma fuck her some more
Don't be so fake like you knew me before
I wanted waves I wanted braids
Wanted to flex now a nigga wants paid
Y'all niggas slaves to society
Dick riding but ain't riding me
Chicken wings with a side piece
5 piece with a diet please
Piece of mind keep it quiet please
See them trying but ain't trying me
But these niggas keep on talking what you talking bout
Broke nigga what you talking bout
Niggas keep talking what you talking bout
Broke nigga what you talking bout
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Brown, Micah Moore
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