Peace of Mind Lyrics

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But bro said leave it at that, so I'm on whatever he on

Steph Curry pull up, gon' score, bout to take the feds on tour

Hell no, don't trust no whore, you already say no more

Walking heavy, I'm that bull, I tell em go that boy making noise

Young boy want blood, ain't got no stick, he slid with a basic nine

Me and shawty got high, she caught a little vibe, told her baby, take your time

And I know that shawty was fucking my dawg, no, I can't make her mine

Naw, I can't make her mine, not messing around with my peace of mind

They hating on me cause they know I'm that nigga, move out my way, oh shit

Committing that crime, you doing the time

You get jammed, don't know shit

We don't condone that ho shit

Letting off the whole clip

Baby boy, I'm too legit

We ain't gon' fall out bout no bitch

Yeah, all of my niggas on demon time

Ain't gon' tweet a thing, but know that we gon' slide

Front line in the trenches, just how we ride

Knock them out his Js, make em cha-cha slide

Said they posting up, but they not outside

Rolling off the top, and that's on God

Any random day, I be on Girard

Yeah, ain't nobody talking about touching me

If it's up with me, just know it's stuck with me

Why you frauding and act like you fuck with me

If I got it, you know I'm gon' double em

I'ma get it, I'm not gon' fumble em

Shit gon' break out his back, now he stumbling

When it's time to speak up, niggas mumbling

PunPunn! I used to pray to get this blick

I used to pray to fuck this bitch

I used to pray to get this money, and this chance to go get rich

Had to cut niggas off, cause niggas moving like a bitch some real shit, huh

Young boy want blood, ain't got no stick

He slid with a basic nine

Me and shawty got high, she caught a little vibe

Told her, baby, take your time

And I know that shawty was fucking my dawg

No, I can't make her mine

No, I can't make her mine

Not messing around with my peace of mind

Gotta get back to it

I just got a call gotta go to the trap

Always gotta tell a little bro, chill cause that boy don't know how to act

Ride around with a Draco in the passenger

And got a four pound in his lap

Young boy, he the type to kill a messenger

He don't even care where he at

But bro said, leave it at that

So I'm on whatever he on

Steph Curry pull up, gon' score

Bout to take the feds on tour

Hell no, don't trust no whore

You already, say no more

Walking heavy, I'm that boy

I tell him, go that boy making noise

Young boy want blood, ain't got no stick he slid with a basic nine

Me and shawty got high, she caught a little vibe

Told her, baby, take your time

And I know that shawty was fucking my dawg

No, I can't make her mine

No, I can't make her mine

Not messing around with my peace of mind

I can't make her mine