I´m just tryna find my peace Trigger in the sound of silence
I´m just tryna stack these p´s But all it does is buy me violence You won´t believe the things I´ve seen I always knew it would be like this But all I see is gold and green ´Cause I got the touch of Midas
See I started off broke, not a pot to piss in ´Til I got two phones, two pots to whip in They never saw me in the ends when my blocks was rippin´ Or I was in jail smokey that´s lots of nicking´s I really did the throw overs and I copped on visits See a grown man cryin´ cah he lost his missus Lifers twenty years in tryna work their ticket When he told me ´bout his life all I heard was bill it
I ´on´t think it´s hard to tell that I´ve seen some shit I got grown men talking ´bout "please" and shit They all know about the killers that I reason with I got white boys with bodies, Tommy Egan shit It´s like my life´s like The Wire but it´s season six They wanna double tap on me like my recent pics No peace and shit We´re too grown to be rapping ´bout our grievances Come we air this out
I´m just tryna find my peace
Trigger in the sound of silence I´m just tryna stack these p´s But all it does is buy me violence You won´t believe the things I´ve seen I always knew it would be like this All I see is gold and green ´Cause I got the touch of Midas
Real life I´m like Kody I´m a monster with it Used to slide two kitchens in a Honda Civic I´m a real life paigan being non specific Got it crackin´ with a Dag yout´ that was on the visit Is this me? Am I famous making wrong decisions? Can´t play with me, when you´re in the wrong division Had to get rich, I think it´s all repetition
Come watch me cook it up, it´s a exhibition
I ´on´t think it´s hard to tell that I´ve seen some shit I got grown men talking ´bout "please" and shit They all know about the killers that I reason with I got white boys with bodies, Tommy Egan shit It´s like my life´s like The Wire but it´s season six They wanna double tap on me like my recent pics No peace and shit We´re too grown to be rapping ´bout our grievances Come we air this out
I´m just tryna find my peace Trigger in the sound of silence I´m just tryna stack these p´s But all it does is buy me violence You won´t believe the things I´ve seen I always knew it would be like this All I see is gold and green ´Cause I got the touch of Midas