No Peace

Grandma always told me not to worry Keep your weapons sharp, practice fightin' after dark Not to rush and don't you hurry Smile when the rain come 'cause the pain gets buried And ain't no girl good enough for you, until you 30 So, make that money, son I know we come from humble means Tore up jeans, dusty shacks, lima beans See, the world gon' need a double dose of you Show you true, kiss a cheek, hit the door Make them scream, Monsters Inc See, I done came a long way from a sheet In a closet with a beat, ceilin' pockets with a leak And tryna get this off me by the middle of the week I hear them talkin' shit but they ain't talkin' to me, so discrete They say I got a anger problem, I got a thinkin' problem I try to solve it often, but nada Motivation, I mixed that with some pussy and some vodka Destinations, I spin the globe and tell you pick a spot-a You faker than them Pradas, I take it you's a scholar Yo life been a whole role that you picked up from shottas You sellin' that oh-no, I got that pookie product So the next time that you blow my dick, be sure to use bravado My bad, I know my accent hard for you to swallow But your girlfriend, she do fine Man, man, she blow my mind And since I'm from Atlanta, expectations start to pile up Of me pushin' some Impala, clubbin' weekly 'til I fall out But ma'am, I don't do that shit And on my route to Bentley coupes, I shift through that shit These niggas threw me for a loop, I brought the drum pad in Now I'm sittin' up front, and can't quit laughin', and steady blunt passin' Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets Life is full of bullshit, you should press record, and Keep the script up off the table, they gon' try to spoil it Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets Life is full of bullshit, you should press record, and Keep the script up off the table, niggas tryna spoil it Whole fuckin' generation is abortion survivors Porn-oriented minds that was born in the 90s Filled to the brim with testosterone and lightnin' But I suppose the critics still gon' manage to deny it Fuck it, I don't trip, they ass lick and sniff they upper lip That's probably why them fuckers struggle recognizin' real shit "Hey, Mister, where you headed?" I'm just tryna pay these bills, kid And find a bitch that think I'm fuckin' good enough to live with Though, shackin' up is not an option for me Unless I got the option to leave I guess I'm paradoxin', and the problem could be possibly me I earned my doctorate in knockin' daddy's girls to they knees I guess I'm just another American embarrassment With a freak bitch, gigglin', tryna' tongue-twist a cherry stem B.O.B. is cool but Doc and Venus, yeah, we scared of them 'Cause they might drop the truth on these niggas without preparin' them Like mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble, beg ya pardon General reaction whenever the Doctur's talkin' At a cruel house party, standin' 'round, feelin' awkward We just posted on the wall, forever the underdogs I thought it was rather odd when she sucked my cock and balls She kept the semen in her mouth and spit it in a jar, eugh Save it for a rainy day, I guess Unless the forecast claim the clouds'll come tomorrow How 'bout it Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets Life is full of bullshit, you should press record, and Keep the script up off the table, they gon' try to spoil it Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets Life is full of bullshit, you should press record, and Keep the script up off the table, niggas tryna spoil it