Peace - Smoke DZA

Yea

This that Mo Betta Blues shit

(183rd Street)

Yo

Hope the Lord’ll protect us, brandishing all of my weapons

Wrestling my perception, they ruthless with their aggression

Spray us like a disinfectant, it’s COVID all in my soul

Chasing all of my goals yet racing out of control

I’m losing track of reality, time casually passes me by

Tragically my mind’s obsession was crime

And fine bitches I wine, dine and told lies

Dime piece, won a Nobel Peace Prize like 3 times

Peace God

Peace

Hope that God is in Heaven and maybe one day I’ll meet him

Yo peace to my cousin Keith bro you finally found your freedom

Pardon me I’m just speaking, they taking all of my people

Like how could I fight this evil when sometime I’m just as evil too

Facts, like maybe I’ve been misleading you

I promised I would follow my dream and I did see it through

Made mistakes, repeat a few, fell in love, got in troub'

Smoked a lot of bud and shoot up a lot of club, that’s right

That’s just a part of growing up

Told me when I’m old enough I’ll learn the world was cold as fuck

And 80% is showing up, 5% would know what’s up

And all the rest is almost out of luck homie trust

Peace God

Peace

Uh

Poker face, I’m unreadable shit they never could tell

Hope my story’s compelling, I went through Heaven and Hell

I got dreams and promises that I still ain’t fulfilled, I won’t fail

Increase my limits sending 50 through Zelle

Anyday, I could say fuck it and just pull a Chappelle

Life aches, hurting inside but I’m hiding it well

Jay said «You can’t heal what you never reveal»

So until time get still gets my mind is ill

Peace God

Peace

Uh

Dolo so much I heard the room talk

Tryna speak about it, give my therapist a Zoom call

Running towards the pain, got complacent doing

Hidden in my gems, documented them through Tunecore

Fuck you making tunes, then said fuck it, let the tunes talk

Monetize, give 'em to my kids, watch 'em bloom dog

I get busy no loose leaf my art

They tryna set up meetings, need 2 P’s to talk

The numbers ain’t real, can’t fool me with charts

But a couple pieces have you deep in thought

Peace God

Peace