Peace

Don't y'all get sick of this regular shit?

Just bought me a new outfit to get a little spit on my dick

I was an outcast till I had no money for rent

So I started counting my singles like arithmetics

Then I, stepped up my game like I put my foot on the light

Of the way I wanna get at, told everybody that I had no limit

Fuck privileges we coming out the poorest city

Public subsidized housing, smoke a little weed when they get down some

Money came up short, the crew bouncin

Straight showers in the rough to buy a few mountains

And we, didn't even get over the hill

Didn't even make it through the field

Fuck what anybody throwing at me, I ain't settling for another

And I ain't stopping until I get a meal or until I get a deal

Get it in the streets, they don't need to sweat I got beretta for the heat

Because in the Land there's a dead man

The day I become passive, they all passing me

Actually, naw factually you don't talk, you speak after me

Copied everything I did, let's see if I quit this shit

How are ya'll [?]

Can I get a little peace?

Peace, peace (that's all I ask)

Can I get a little peace?

Can I get a little

Can I get a little peace?

I'm so close to severing ties with these posers

But these posers hold the power to cut off the path to my career like Moses

Choking cause I'm so sick of being overlooked like telescopes

When I never asked for a hand-out but goddamn can I get a rope or something?

To pull me in from the open, ocean that I've been floating

Those sharks circling my boat, I damn near drowned and seize up, hoping

What's with these [?] tryna be both or they just croaking

Wanna be grown, I ain't ever wanna be MGK always coastin'

Flows always been the coldest, wordplay always been the dopest

My bites always been cobras, me and hip-hop go back like togas

Tell my kids I was a motherfuckin soldier from the time that I born

Up until the time that I done grown up, keep my boy from off the corner

I don't wanna have a suit and tie for funerals like I'm joned up

Because peace these days doesn't come in nothing but the forms of bullets and comas

And how am I supposed to live life when I'm so broke but

Used to the lavish life, I pray these days are almost over

Focusing on the road to, success and I'm so close but

Struggle blocking my progress, give me strength for Lo, Jehovah

This night is almost over, its darkest before its dawner

So please heavenly father, can I get a little peace?

Heavenly father please, can I get a little peace?

Peace, peace

To my people in the world, peace