YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Peace Hardly Lyrics | Video

Lyrics Peace Hardly – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I’m that lil’ n**ga not spending them M’s
I’m holding that s**t like it’s good, mmh
I ain’t hiding 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

F**k all you n**gas, 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, standing 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 h*es get cut like pills
B**ch, don’t run your mouth ’bout nothing
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 stalling all night we be stalking
Let’s see where they hiding or where they be
We slanging 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 s**t
I’ma shoot the s**t, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a n**ga, 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 b**ch
Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end
F**k if he alone, know how we get down
Not saying nothing wrong with some dead friends
It’s 187, we burning s**t down
Murder right in the town, they moving in
She ain’t right for my heart, so I’m moving out
I’ma clear this b**ch out if they mug again
Now I’m back in this b**ch, gotta thug again
Full of Xans, I be topping it with a ten
Dirty straps in that car when I’m with Lil’ Ben
Catch another, I ain’t thinking another sin
Get it to ’em, no talking, no Motorola
He gon’ bang for that gang, ain’t no switching 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 stalling all night we be stalking
Let’s see where they hiding 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 riсh, I’ma spend that s**t
I’ma shoot the s**t, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a n**ga, 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’ n**ga not spending them M’s
I’m holding that s**t like it’s good, mmh
I ain’t hiding 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…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA YoungBoy
Album: Top
Produced by Humblebee, Neeko Baby & jetsonmade
YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 2020

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