"Peace" lyrics
(feat. Numberz)
Yea
This that Mo Betta Blues shit
(183rd Street)
Yo
Hope the Lord'll protect us, brandishing all of my weapons
Wrestling my perception, they ruthless with their aggression
Spray us like a disinfectant, it's COVID all in my soul
Chasing all of my goals yet racing out of control
I'm losing track of reality, time casually passes me by
Tragically my mind's obsession was crime
And fine bitches I wine, dine and told lies
Dime piece, won a Nobel Peace Prize like 3 times
Peace God
Peace
Hope that God is in Heaven and maybe one day I'll meet him
Yo peace to my cousin Keith bro you finally found your freedom
Pardon me I'm just speaking, they taking all of my people
Like how could I fight this evil when sometime I'm just as evil too
Facts, like maybe I've been misleading you
I promised I would follow my dream and I did see it through
Made mistakes, repeat a few, fell in love, got in troub'
Smoked a lot of bud and shoot up a lot of club, that's right
That's just a part of growing up
Told me when I'm old enough I'll learn the world was cold as fuck
And 80% is showing up, 5% would know what's up
And all the rest is almost out of luck homie trust
Peace God
Peace
Uh
Poker face, I'm unreadable shit they never could tell
Hope my story's compelling, I went through Heaven and Hell
I got dreams and promises that I still ain't fulfilled, I won't fail
Increase my limits sending 50 through Zelle
Anyday, I could say fuck it and just pull a Chappelle
Life aches, hurting inside but I'm hiding it well
Jay said "You can't heal what you never reveal"
So until time get still gets my mind is ill
Peace God
Peace
Uh
Dolo so much I heard the room talk
Tryna speak about it, give my therapist a Zoom call
Running towards the pain, got complacent doing [?]
Hidden in my gems, documented them through Tunecore
Fuck you making tunes, then said fuck it, let the tunes talk
Monetize, give 'em to my kids, watch 'em bloom dog
I get busy no loose leaf my art
They tryna set up meetings, need 2 P's to talk
The numbers ain't real, can't fool me with charts
But a couple pieces [?] have you deep in thought
Peace God
Peace
This that Mo Betta Blues shit
(183rd Street)
Yo
Hope the Lord'll protect us, brandishing all of my weapons
Wrestling my perception, they ruthless with their aggression
Spray us like a disinfectant, it's COVID all in my soul
Chasing all of my goals yet racing out of control
I'm losing track of reality, time casually passes me by
Tragically my mind's obsession was crime
And fine bitches I wine, dine and told lies
Dime piece, won a Nobel Peace Prize like 3 times
Peace God
Peace
Hope that God is in Heaven and maybe one day I'll meet him
Yo peace to my cousin Keith bro you finally found your freedom
Pardon me I'm just speaking, they taking all of my people
Like how could I fight this evil when sometime I'm just as evil too
Facts, like maybe I've been misleading you
I promised I would follow my dream and I did see it through
Made mistakes, repeat a few, fell in love, got in troub'
Smoked a lot of bud and shoot up a lot of club, that's right
That's just a part of growing up
Told me when I'm old enough I'll learn the world was cold as fuck
And 80% is showing up, 5% would know what's up
And all the rest is almost out of luck homie trust
Peace God
Peace
Uh
Poker face, I'm unreadable shit they never could tell
Hope my story's compelling, I went through Heaven and Hell
I got dreams and promises that I still ain't fulfilled, I won't fail
Increase my limits sending 50 through Zelle
Anyday, I could say fuck it and just pull a Chappelle
Life aches, hurting inside but I'm hiding it well
Jay said "You can't heal what you never reveal"
So until time get still gets my mind is ill
Peace God
Peace
Uh
Dolo so much I heard the room talk
Tryna speak about it, give my therapist a Zoom call
Running towards the pain, got complacent doing [?]
Hidden in my gems, documented them through Tunecore
Fuck you making tunes, then said fuck it, let the tunes talk
Monetize, give 'em to my kids, watch 'em bloom dog
I get busy no loose leaf my art
They tryna set up meetings, need 2 P's to talk
The numbers ain't real, can't fool me with charts
But a couple pieces [?] have you deep in thought
Peace God
Peace
