Lyrics Peace (Freestyle) - Jpaulished

Peace (Freestyle)

I love the hate
Cause it makes me go harder then
All the fucking groups
That wouldn’t let me be apart of them
Now I got troops
And we moving like the army did
Dropped outta school
Had to give up on the partying
Now it’s full speed
Eyes up on the road
Got the peddle to the medal
Carmelo on the 4th
When the buzzer go off
Hit the 3
Show off
Unfortunate event
Shoutout to count Olaf
When I’m in New York
Milly Rock
Odell with it
Bars so hot
They be like
Oh the hell with it
The boy too nice
I got soul
Like the bottom of some new nikes
Taking it to new heights
Chilling with the crew
Boy i’m 2 live
For any of the fuck shit
Hear my tunes bumping at the function
Oh is that JP?
I love him
What the girls say
Then they friends try to fuck him
Wow
Tryna to keep this shit pg
But it’s x rated when they see me
Game like Luigi
Controller in my hand
Play my life on the tv
Fly out to Japan
Do it weekly
Thats the life I see me
Living
Eating good
Like it’s thanksgiving
Feeling different
From my old self
Back when I had low self
Esteem
Now I feel like
I could melt the trees
I’m so hot even tho
I ain’t got degrees
So stop it please
If you comparing them to me
It like comparing any other girl
In the world to Rihanna
They ain’t even fucking
Half as hot
I mean
I’m higher than an astronaut
And your ass is not
So pass the shot
And take it face
Lets get drunker than an alcoholic
Girl I never chase
Like the cops
When you pulling over
Instead driving straight
But the funny thing is
I turn my car on
Pull away
Now I’m running
Like OJ
Going down the
Freeway
In the middle of LA
With my finger out the window
Screaming fuck 12
Like I hate Tom Brady
But he a good cop
I think I fucked up maybe
And he calling in for back up
It’s a pissed off statey
But I can’t pull it over now
Fuck it going crazy
Switching lanes
Car is drifting
Cause it’s pouring fucking rain
And I feel like I lost my fucking brain
Then I awake
Shit
I think I go too drunk last night
Passed out on the couch
I fucking crashed right
Into the guard rail
When I looked down at the gas light
In that fucking dream
Real life
There’s a flask right
Next to me
It’s filled up with some Hennessy
I pour that shit down the drain
And go back back to tendencies
Of tryna make it out the fucking bottom
So I can pop a bottle
And actually have that shit mean something
Like we celebrating
I’m at the club drunk and hella famous
You know it’s always off top
I decapitate it
I want the number one spot
And there’s no debating
I’m the realest and you not
Boy it’s cause you fake it
I just live my fucking life
Give a fuck what you think
While you at a fucking a party
Throwing up in a sink
I’ll be walking into barney’s
Copping everything I see
And you know I’m fucking squad deep
Money to the team
And I’m feeling fucking awesome
Saint Laurent boost self esteem
And it’s funny that i’m poppin
Often used to fucking suck to be me
Losing money out in Boston
What it costed to succeed
Tryna book a trip cali
Staying balanced like a beam
Young JP
On a mission for the green
But more important than that
To spread this fucking message that I preach
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
And that’s peace