Give Me Peace
Give me peace or it's peace to y'all
Good riddance to the niggas
Who want a piece but wasn't involved
Life getting short
So I ain't tryna vent too long
Patience been getting tested
Can't sit around and wait on God to send me a message
I'ma dog so whatever I'm chasing
Get fetched quick
Still thank God for this life
Cause it's a blessing
Turned me to an animal
Then said all dogs go to heaven
Chasing paper been my biggest obsession
Pussy coming in at a close second
Promise its gone get Unpleasant
For whoever take my possessions
Fool me once, shame on me
Fool me twice, you won't succeed
Ppp got these niggas full of greed
All I see designer and RIP on my feed
Niggas would rather rob than scam
Go hit the block, flip a few grams
Getting yo shit out the mud is what make you man
All the imitation rap,
Promise I'm not a fan
Ain't into making the band
Ima be alone when I stand
Done keeping my feelings in
Ain't good for your health
Ain't good for your wealth
Ima bring all my niggas in
And keep moving stealth
Put my pain in my songs
So it ain't physically felt
Y'all living too flagrant
Hitting below the belt
How you pulling my card
Boy you don't know what I'm Dealt
Yeah yo main chick solid
But I walk by and she Melts
How you smoking gas
Boy I don't know what I Smelt
Look How you niggas move
I maneuver smooth
I'm never gone lose
You can Pick and choose
Yo starting Five
It'll never be better than mine
Shit I'm picking myself five times
Me versus 5, Handicap match
Against all odds
This where I thrive
So we gone see who still alive
When I run it up, you run it back
I don't do that
Unless I'm back on the track
The lost boy back on the map
Don't need a GPS app
Throw me in the jungle
I'm the type to adapt
My last shorty was all that
I just hate feeling trapped
What's the point of being gifted
Not to keep it under wraps
I'ma be my own Stan
Till I collapse
So tell me why do you rap
So tell me why do you trap
If I was yo big homie
Boy I'd take that shit back
Zero tolerance for cap in the trap
So ain't no cap in my rap
Been down to my last So many times
I'm used to the hunger
Them Dark clouds over my city
I'm used to the thunder
Poles sparking
I'm enlightened
Every night that I slumber
Thank god everyday
I ain't 6 feet under
Give me peace or it's peace to y'all
Good riddance to the niggas
Who want a piece but wasn't involved
Good riddance to the niggas
Who want a piece but wasn't involved
Life getting short
So I ain't tryna vent too long
Patience been getting tested
Can't sit around and wait on God to send me a message
I'ma dog so whatever I'm chasing
Get fetched quick
Still thank God for this life
Cause it's a blessing
Turned me to an animal
Then said all dogs go to heaven
Chasing paper been my biggest obsession
Pussy coming in at a close second
Promise its gone get Unpleasant
For whoever take my possessions
Fool me once, shame on me
Fool me twice, you won't succeed
Ppp got these niggas full of greed
All I see designer and RIP on my feed
Niggas would rather rob than scam
Go hit the block, flip a few grams
Getting yo shit out the mud is what make you man
All the imitation rap,
Promise I'm not a fan
Ain't into making the band
Ima be alone when I stand
Done keeping my feelings in
Ain't good for your health
Ain't good for your wealth
Ima bring all my niggas in
And keep moving stealth
Put my pain in my songs
So it ain't physically felt
Y'all living too flagrant
Hitting below the belt
How you pulling my card
Boy you don't know what I'm Dealt
Yeah yo main chick solid
But I walk by and she Melts
How you smoking gas
Boy I don't know what I Smelt
Look How you niggas move
I maneuver smooth
I'm never gone lose
You can Pick and choose
Yo starting Five
It'll never be better than mine
Shit I'm picking myself five times
Me versus 5, Handicap match
Against all odds
This where I thrive
So we gone see who still alive
When I run it up, you run it back
I don't do that
Unless I'm back on the track
The lost boy back on the map
Don't need a GPS app
Throw me in the jungle
I'm the type to adapt
My last shorty was all that
I just hate feeling trapped
What's the point of being gifted
Not to keep it under wraps
I'ma be my own Stan
Till I collapse
So tell me why do you rap
So tell me why do you trap
If I was yo big homie
Boy I'd take that shit back
Zero tolerance for cap in the trap
So ain't no cap in my rap
Been down to my last So many times
I'm used to the hunger
Them Dark clouds over my city
I'm used to the thunder
Poles sparking
I'm enlightened
Every night that I slumber
Thank god everyday
I ain't 6 feet under
Give me peace or it's peace to y'all
Good riddance to the niggas
Who want a piece but wasn't involved
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Writer(s): Bernard Branner Jr.
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