Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peace Hardly, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Top, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Never Broke Again
Song language: English
Peace Hardly |
I’m that lil' nigga not spendin' them M’s |
I’m holdin' that shit like it’s good, mmm |
I ain’t hidin' my hand, they know what it is |
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom |
Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy |
Show no love, straight homicide |
.45 Glock ain’t got no safety |
In the North, we at war with the other side |
Fuck all you niggas, I’m strapped with my burner |
I’m tryna see what it is |
Swerve in that Bentley, hop out on a corner |
Make my way to LA on a Lear |
I see that your vision ain’t looking too clear |
Them bodies get left in the field |
And them diamonds get set on a bezel |
And my mind stay set on a mil' |
All night, standin' on that corner |
We on go, we see 'em |
I’ma fly her in when I wanna |
'Cause lil' shorty chill |
And that’s all that matter, chit, no chatter |
And these hoes get cut like pills |
Bitch, don’t run your mouth 'bout nothin' |
You know that ain’t real |
I can barely get peace hardly |
Lie like they all in |
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be |
When it’s war, ain’t no stallin' |
All night we be stalkin' |
Let’s see where they hidin' or where they be |
We slangin' that heat, die in the street |
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred |
Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more |
I’m really rich, I’ma spend that shit |
I’ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks |
One million, two million, three million |
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more |
Why you worried 'bout me? |
You ain’t here with me |
'Til you prove with me you ain’t innocent |
Wrong side, we gon' ride that bitch |
Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end |
Fuck if he alone, know how we get down |
Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some dead friends |
It’s 187, we burnin' shit down |
Murder right in the town, they movin' in |
She ain’t right for my heart, so I’m movin' out |
I’ma clear this bitch out if they mug again |
Now I’m back in this bitch, gotta thug again |
Full of Xans, I be toppin' it with a ten |
Dirty straps in that car when I’m with Lil' Ben |
Catch another, I ain’t thinkin' another sin |
Get it to 'em, no talkin', no Motorola |
He gon' bang for that gang, ain’t no switchin' over |
Travel out for them things, just him and soldiers |
For that money, be less, better pray it’s over |
I can barely get peace hardly |
Lie like they all in |
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be |
When it’s war, ain’t no stallin' |
All night we be stalkin' |
Let’s see where they hidin' or where they be |
We slangin' that heat, die in the street |
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred |
Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more |
I’m really rich, I’ma spend that shit |
I’ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks |
One million, two million, three million |
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more |
Why you worried 'bout me? |
You ain’t here with me |
'Til you prove with me you ain’t innocent |
I’m that lil' nigga not spendin' them M’s |
I’m holdin' that shit like it’s good, mmm |
I ain’t hidin' my hand, they know what it is |
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom |
Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy |
Show no love, straight homicide |
.45 Glock ain’t got no safety |
In the North, we at war with the other side |