Smithsoneon, Khary - Peace N Shit lyrics

Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Hah!
Oh yeah, Oh yeaahhh
(Ungh) Do I sound nice?
I feel amazing
Check it

They don't take me serious
A rapper from Rhode Island (Where?)
They think that's upstate New York
So Imma kill the game and just let you sort
Through the bodies and the lifeless corspe
For five mics in the source
Rappers on they knees, yeah they been gay
But's life about love though, comprende
She bad, She bad, that girl mine
She'll do anything for a sensaiiii
Look homie just stayyyyyyy stacked
Young homie don't playyyyyyy that
Started off as my brother's hypeman
Got damn, had an afro like wayyyyyyy back
A generation of kids saying fuck school
Get the protools
Dropped out, now I'm twenty Carrying debt
But I learned more on Youtube

Just a young nigga tryna save the world
Yeah I want peace n shit
My heart hurts sometimes
I might need a fix
Just a young nigga tryna save the world
Yeah I want peace n shit
My heart hurts sometimes
I might need you to save me

Nah, fuck that, fuck that
They don't know real
What's that?, what's that?
Niggas want to hate
Bust back, bust back
Only cut checks
No slack, No slack

(Ungh) , fuck that, fuck that
They don't know real
What's that?, what's that?
Niggas want to hate
Bust back, bust back
Only cut checks
No slack, No slack, No slack

Had a dream in a magazine
A nigga plottin' on the cover
Got cursed with the forehead from my dad
Blessed with the creativity of my mother
Only white tees for the summer
Saving money, working hard like a shift
All in, no time for the doubt shit
I been on some Kanye, fly a nigga out shit
Work for money, that's the matrix
Make that money work for you
Love to love to love you
That's that timbaland magoo
That's that do you, be true
They gon blackball the new
But they gon dickride the queue
So life's one big game of pool
That's that Rick James the cool
Dave Chappelle had to choose
Is your soul worth the views?
My mother asked me why I got to swear
I raised you better boy what's wrong
I told her I would make a song without it
But this ain't that fucking song
Life's flat chested with a big bra
I called that hoe passive aggressive
You can take advantage like a stepson
You can take the world in your possession
Who's that? Just a nigga tryna move that
You make the bed that you lie in, true that
Either way I'm good tho
Cause they sleep on me
Like I ain't right above where they shoes at
Dust me off, Dust me off
Captain got hooks like Dustin Hoff'
For the love sacrifice trying to find myself
I Need three girlfriends like Tracy Ross

Just a young nigga tryna save the world
Yeah I want peace n shit
My heart hurts sometimes
I might need a fix
Just a young nigga tryna save the world
Yeah I want peace n shit
My heart hurts sometimes
I might need you to save me

I don't need you to save me
(I might need you to save me)
I don't need you to save me
(I might need you to save me)
Oh Said I don't need you to save me
(I might need you to save me)
I don't need you to save me
(I might need you to save me)
I don't need you to save me
(I might need you to save me)
I don't need you to save me
(I might need you to save me)
Oh Said I don't need you to save me
(I might need you to save me)
I don't need you to save me