CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Peace
This one feel good, man
Hey momma, what's good?
We made it out the hood, baby!
Bounce
Back in them hiding-the-weed-baggie-from-momma days
You know them drama-filled-every-day-there's-a-problem days
When we was ditchin' the cla** to make a dollar, days
But then you blow up now every day is a holiday
I'm tired of arguing with n***as bout who the dopest rapper
Or who be movin' cocaine and who the dopest trapper
Fact of the matter's there ain't no factions that matter
I'd rather sit on this boat, I'm tryna live like a G.O.A.T
So my momma, she good, told my daddy to chill
I got my fam out the hood, got my kids in the wheels
Man I done did it for real, please excuse how I feel
I still remember we was starvin'
This sh*t give me the chills, and we like
Hold up, peace
I swear this is like a dream
Uh, hold up
Don't hold up
Every hero need a theme song
I'm from the 90's so I got my baggy jeans on
I'm non-violent tryna get my Dr. King on
But all these suckas out here tryna get they scheme on
F**k it, you can lean on me
Never bet against a winner, put yo green on me
Used to hustle for the bottle, now the drinks on me
Hit my n***a Bootsyano in L.A. for the day
These those memories we'll forever replay
Take a trip up to the Bay, to the eastside, n***a
Where the homies gonna show me where the beasts ride, n***a
I'm good, wherever I go I'm at peace my n***a
Been ballin' since they said ballin' was a reach
Now my n***as is like
Hold up, peace
I swear this is like a dream
Uh, hold up
Don't hold up
Peace, hold up
Peace
I swear this is like a dream
Uh, hold up
Don't hold up
Yeah, peace
The one who won his hand
Told everybody who stole my land
But now I'm glad I lost
Hey momma, what's good?
We made it out the hood, baby!
Bounce
Back in them hiding-the-weed-baggie-from-momma days
You know them drama-filled-every-day-there's-a-problem days
When we was ditchin' the cla** to make a dollar, days
But then you blow up now every day is a holiday
I'm tired of arguing with n***as bout who the dopest rapper
Or who be movin' cocaine and who the dopest trapper
Fact of the matter's there ain't no factions that matter
I'd rather sit on this boat, I'm tryna live like a G.O.A.T
So my momma, she good, told my daddy to chill
I got my fam out the hood, got my kids in the wheels
Man I done did it for real, please excuse how I feel
I still remember we was starvin'
This sh*t give me the chills, and we like
Hold up, peace
I swear this is like a dream
Uh, hold up
Don't hold up
Every hero need a theme song
I'm from the 90's so I got my baggy jeans on
I'm non-violent tryna get my Dr. King on
But all these suckas out here tryna get they scheme on
F**k it, you can lean on me
Never bet against a winner, put yo green on me
Used to hustle for the bottle, now the drinks on me
Hit my n***a Bootsyano in L.A. for the day
These those memories we'll forever replay
Take a trip up to the Bay, to the eastside, n***a
Where the homies gonna show me where the beasts ride, n***a
I'm good, wherever I go I'm at peace my n***a
Been ballin' since they said ballin' was a reach
Now my n***as is like
Hold up, peace
I swear this is like a dream
Uh, hold up
Don't hold up
Peace, hold up
Peace
I swear this is like a dream
Uh, hold up
Don't hold up
Yeah, peace
The one who won his hand
Told everybody who stole my land
But now I'm glad I lost
