No Peace

[Verse 1] Grandma always told me not to worry Keep your weapons sharp, practice fighting 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 gone need a double dose of you, show you true Kiss her 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, ceiling pockets with a leak And tryna get this off me by the middle of the week I hear them talking shit but they ain't talking to me, so discrete They say I gotta, anger problem I gotta, thinking 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 spotta You faker than them Pradas, I take it you’s a scholar Yo life been a whole roll that you picked up from shottas You selling 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 pushing some Impala, clubbing weekly till i fall out But ma’am ion do that shit And on my route to Bentley coups I shift through that shit These niggas threw me for a loop I brought the drum pad in Now I’m sitting up front I can’t quit laughing and steady blunt passing [Chorus] 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 then Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it [Verse 2] Uh whole fucking generation is abortion survivors Porn oriented minds that was born in the 90s Filled, to the brim with testosterone and lightening But I supposed the critics still gone 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 recognizing real shit Hey Mr. where you headed I’m just tryna' pay these bills kid And find a bitch that think I’m fucking good enough to live with Though, shacking up is not an option for me Unless I got the option to leave I guess I’m paradoxing, and the problem could be possibly me I earned my doctorate in knocking daddy’s girls to they knees I guess, I’m just another american embarrassment With a freak bitch giggling 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 preparing them Like mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble beg ya pardon General reaction whenever the doctor’s talking At a crux house party standing round feeling 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, eeeew Save it for a rainy day I guess Unless the forecast claim the clouds will come tomorrow How 'bout it [Chorus]