YTB Fatt - Find Peace (feat. NoCap) lyrics

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Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, I'm raw, NoCap a damn analog
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone (Uh), smilin' with your company?
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace

I 'member I asked mama for that cheese, the money ain't have no time
Bro went out sad, shit, he gon' do what else now?
Tryna understand where she comin' from, I ain't get the assignment
His gave him an L, so I'm knowin' that was traumatic
He play with his life, chill, Roddy got public defenders (What else?)
Late nights, we should meet, back and forth by sayin' that I know that I miss her (I'm here for it)
What I told Daisha
"Don't talk on the phone" what I tell my niggas
I respect the feet game, tell the pussies
"Slow down" is what I told to T Keisha
South, I'm close, I'm back home


Knee-deep in the beef, I'm back on that
That's what I told my mama
If I let 'em catch me with my pants down, that's gon' make they summer
Uh, rich for real, I Hummer
Text God a prayer for the family, He text back, "I love you"
I ain't come this far for nothin'
I was just from Miami to LA, it cost thirty-one

Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, I'm raw, NoCap a damn analog
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone (Uh), smilin' with your company?
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace

Rick Owens planted in the ground, I keep my head high
You know none of these firearms ain't made for landin' shots
Sellin' shows out and arguin', I come from cellblocks
Uh, just to put me, it's gon' cost you dough, way more than a cookie
Fiends knockin' right there by the store, it's a bunch of bullies
In the field, them niggas thirsty, we jump the gate when they raid
It was times that I was hungry, now a valet parked the i8

Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, I'm raw, NoCap a damn analog
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone (Uh), smilin' with your company?
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace