lirik lagu slyte - peace of mind
[verse 1]
we all eatin’ now, what a feelin’
glad i don’t gotta work now, i’m chillin’
got a lot of blanks but ain’t no need to fill in
them, ’cause we got cash stacked to the ceiling
better yet, ain’t no more haters in my vision
blocked ’em out with smoke clouds, can’t feel ’em
chock full of good vibes now, can’t k!ll ’em
cause a n-gga got a good ride now, paint drippin’
i ain’t trippin’, sh-t
my mama got some landscape, it’s great
she be feelin’ safe, no safe
just steak, with a lot of a1
low stakes
fresh plate, with a lot of pay stubs
no shakes from the land lord
good lord, can’t believe my eyes
who am i, living life like i’m better deep inside
that’s right, that’s slyte, let me get it
check mic
might check on my n-ggas, one time
check flights
where they at, hit ’em up, scrollin’ down
check ike
they was right down the street, whole time
that’s tight
then we bettin’ up, on sight
now we blowin’ down, where my lighter at
[chorus]
peace of mind
everybody come, get a piece of mine
peace of mind
everybody come, get a plate, it’s fine
(it’s fine) (2x)
[verse 2]
we all eatin’ bra, what a feelin’
glad we don’t gotta work now, we chillin’
got a lot of blanks but ain’t no need to fill in
them, ’cause we got cash stacked to the ceiling
big bra can’t play the villain anymore
’cause i got him top notch sp-ce, and a lot of wh0r-s
i’m sure, he wouldn’t mind me saying that
sh-t, we got eachother’s back, ain’t no say in that
oh, and dad he call me back, not to entrap
he likes what i rap and he wanna hear my tracks
in fact, we in this b-tch right f-ckin’ now
with a pound, no scale, no sale
gather round
f-ck trinidad, we gon’ keep ya here
stick around
take a fitted cap, they don’t know ya here
we gon’ get it dad
don’t u worry bout the judge, i’ma get it dad
sit back, smoke a fat one, hit it dad
[chorus]
[skit 1]
-alarm-
-knocking-
“yo slyte, get ya -ss up, man. c’mon.”
“get up. your mom’s tappin’, bra. your mom’s tappin’ my sh-t.”
f-ck, bra
what?
“your mom wants you, bra.”
man, i don’t give a f-ck, bro
i do not give a sh-t
[verse 3]
i’m f-ckin’ tired of this sh-t
no chick, broke whip
i’m f-ckin fried in this b-tch
no cents, makes sense
i’m 9 to 5’ing this b-tch
and if my manager say one more word
i’m bout to flip
and get to flippin’ this work pop get more than his kids
i’m sick of this life, how i’ma check on the twins
’bout homework, when my work amounting to sh-t
my net worth in the negative, i’m positive b-tch
but on a positive note, i got pretty bank note that say i owe my left nut where the depositing is
at least it ain’t my d-ck, at least i ain’t got a kid
to show my f-ckin’ face around, when i ain’t got but a grip
and petty words that i can tell ’em, ’bout how i never gave a sh-t
but he or she should give a sh-t, so i get a crib up out of it
f-ck am i sayin’, i’m out of it
f-ck what you sayin’, i’m out of this
[skit 2]
man f-ck this sh-t
all y’all n-ggas can suck my f-ckin’ d-ck
with ya f-ckin’ hands out
put your f-ckin’ hands up, n-gga
we don’t owe you sh-t
backhouse in this b-tch
(you good, man)
-spit-
(yo seno, what the f-ck wrong with this n-gga?)
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