Peace
I've been finding peace
What do you see
I've been on the road keeping up with all these streets
I've been keeping Code with the brothers we don't speak
I've been taking off keep the prayers all for me
Running and running again
I got a gun, I don't need all my friends
I got a message, love my kin
Love your brothers, forgive what they did
Don't forget just give em' a chance
Don't give in make 'em run back
Make em all love you, but don't fall again
If you love rap then you love me
Kuhz I've been finding peace
Keeping a piece with me
Keeping it real so frequently
No got a bad manner but decency
Speak to me respectfully
I don't need drama save that shit
All I want, dollas, commas, make you a momma
Driving impalas no using a condom
Give me that love, I couldn't be prouder
Prada designer, givenchy ya momma
Gucci in love LV for yo papa
Thank you for giving, I don't get it often
My family broken, don't know what to call it
Uh
Emotional damage I'm working on it
Got a bad manner with talking my shit
Coming off strong. how can I be him
I ain't Keem and I ain't them
I can't take a L without a W straight grinning
Couldn't get fat kuhz my soul kept slimming
I wear linen,
It's making me weak
You are what you eat and Im having a feast
The pastor got heart but his soul on a leash
You following huh or you following me
The devil alive and he's making you think
Give you the money to follow his dream
What do you see
I've been on the road keeping up with all these streets
I've been keeping Code with the brothers we don't speak
I've been taking off keep the prayers all for me
Running and running again
I got a gun, I don't need all my friends
I got a message, love my kin
Love your brothers, forgive what they did
Don't forget just give em' a chance
Don't give in make 'em run back
Make em all love you, but don't fall again
If you love rap then you love me
Kuhz I've been finding peace
Keeping a piece with me
Keeping it real so frequently
No got a bad manner but decency
Speak to me respectfully
I don't need drama save that shit
All I want, dollas, commas, make you a momma
Driving impalas no using a condom
Give me that love, I couldn't be prouder
Prada designer, givenchy ya momma
Gucci in love LV for yo papa
Thank you for giving, I don't get it often
My family broken, don't know what to call it
Uh
Emotional damage I'm working on it
Got a bad manner with talking my shit
Coming off strong. how can I be him
I ain't Keem and I ain't them
I can't take a L without a W straight grinning
Couldn't get fat kuhz my soul kept slimming
I wear linen,
It's making me weak
You are what you eat and Im having a feast
The pastor got heart but his soul on a leash
You following huh or you following me
The devil alive and he's making you think
Give you the money to follow his dream
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Jimenez
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