Seeking Peace
Whipping up a batch of my sins
Like I'm waiting for that yellow tan coat to set in
Fly like a pheasant
Had to kill the elephant
In the room, walked up in this bitch like the president
Made pain my residence
Sloppy left the evidence
Laughing during questioning
Ignoring all the messages
Heartache in the present tense
Demons from my past tense
Doubts upon my passions
Hatred in the captions
Rage from your actions
Condemn me where I'm lacking
Defensive your reaction
I'm plotting brand new tactics
Massacre the love in my heart it was massive
Let out this pain and I just fed it to the masses
Loving on these bitches it just made a nigga stagnant
Iron on my waist that man is plotting on my fabrics
Shades upon their eyes, manipulation in disguise
I reciprocate the energy, and change the whole design
I got pain up in my eyes
All this fake love I keep getting I can read between the lines
She lost patience and belief in a nigga she can't ride
All this hatred in my life I know my future shining bright
They keep throwing shade they David Blaine, might disappear tonight
Imma run up a check nigga imma get it back
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Shit I ain't got it yet
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
I said imma run up a check nigga imma get it back
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Shit I ain't got it yet
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Boy you a locust, see your sins on your face
Rich Porter your order rigor mortis your name
Stupid ass went and had to die for the fame
Makin gold outta pain
Slidin dodgin me a case
Spin the block, bang bang
I see the cops, lane change
Won't fuck, just brain
Fuck broke, get paid
So much liquor and this weed I can't even feel my face
Speed off in the whip like ya boy up in a race
Tried to slow up the glow up and I bet yo ass amazed
All these hoes use to doubt me now they all want a taste
Cuz a man is only as faithful as his options
I got a 357 that's 6 options
Imma run up a check nigga imma get it back
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Shit I ain't got it yet
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
I said imma run up a check nigga imma get it back
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Shit I ain't got it yet
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Like I'm waiting for that yellow tan coat to set in
Fly like a pheasant
Had to kill the elephant
In the room, walked up in this bitch like the president
Made pain my residence
Sloppy left the evidence
Laughing during questioning
Ignoring all the messages
Heartache in the present tense
Demons from my past tense
Doubts upon my passions
Hatred in the captions
Rage from your actions
Condemn me where I'm lacking
Defensive your reaction
I'm plotting brand new tactics
Massacre the love in my heart it was massive
Let out this pain and I just fed it to the masses
Loving on these bitches it just made a nigga stagnant
Iron on my waist that man is plotting on my fabrics
Shades upon their eyes, manipulation in disguise
I reciprocate the energy, and change the whole design
I got pain up in my eyes
All this fake love I keep getting I can read between the lines
She lost patience and belief in a nigga she can't ride
All this hatred in my life I know my future shining bright
They keep throwing shade they David Blaine, might disappear tonight
Imma run up a check nigga imma get it back
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Shit I ain't got it yet
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
I said imma run up a check nigga imma get it back
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Shit I ain't got it yet
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Boy you a locust, see your sins on your face
Rich Porter your order rigor mortis your name
Stupid ass went and had to die for the fame
Makin gold outta pain
Slidin dodgin me a case
Spin the block, bang bang
I see the cops, lane change
Won't fuck, just brain
Fuck broke, get paid
So much liquor and this weed I can't even feel my face
Speed off in the whip like ya boy up in a race
Tried to slow up the glow up and I bet yo ass amazed
All these hoes use to doubt me now they all want a taste
Cuz a man is only as faithful as his options
I got a 357 that's 6 options
Imma run up a check nigga imma get it back
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Shit I ain't got it yet
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
I said imma run up a check nigga imma get it back
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
Shit I ain't got it yet
I been out here seeking for my peace I ain't got it yet
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Writer(s): Jeremy Hall
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