Peace of Mind

Peace of mind don’t ever fight back.
But send bullshit my way and imma send it right back
If it ain’t for my soul then no I do not like that
So bussa move, n get the fuck up outta my path
46 46 hunned
Money don’t fit in my wallet
Nah fuck that lemme come back in
From ransom notes and standing on random corners in tandem folks
To rapping for bands and notes and tiny dancers on dancing poles
And branding stand-ins for action shows so we hand em dough
The hand of michael angelo itself could craft no antidote
For how i rap and stand alone. the pandemonium for gold
4600 for the hands in the back, fore they ask where i came from, everybody know
Everybody wanna be jesus. everybody wanna be playboi carti
Everybody wanna meet jesus. but ain’t nobody wanna behave so godly
Everybody break. everybody got pieces. but not everybody always pick em up
Everybody wanna be a savage. everybody wanna do drills, wanna hit em up
All i wanna do is seek peace of mind, cause i need to grind, and my feeble mind
Be keeping evil lines in my cerebral vortex, i need more reps to keep in line
To keep the rhyme, and an even mind. self respect what i need to find
Soul shoes in my casket, bury me in gold when i go, i ain’t even lyin
Peace of mind don’t ever fight back.
But send bullshit my way and imma send it right back
If it ain’t for my soul then no I do not like that
So bussa move, n get the fuck up outta my path