[Chorus: Miss R Lee]
You ain't on no level ahead of me
No attack that you're sending could ever end in the end of me
Yeah, that's why I'm friends with the enemy, fuck the peace and serenity
This is end in the en-
Tell 'em if I made a promise, I'm on it
I don't care if you don't- on this, sleep on it
I'm never gassed up, get my back up
Everybody for backup, not a steamer, I'm a scrapper, let-
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Dealin wit' all of the pitfall' from the strugglin'
Thеy killin' the lawlessness and flaws from thе government
They did all the ballin' that was caused from the stubbornness
When I done bought up all of the cars and the Cullinans
You spittin' them air-quote raps
You niggas is my kids, you in my shadow like my beard when my hair grow back
Grah, I got my people to grieve
I got white people to please
That's my cerebral disease
So I just run 'way, which is the piece of the cheese?
But know real money's made until real peace of the G's
I went on tours for it
Wrote verses, chords for it, stayed at the Waldorf
Grah, I learned peace is earned, ain't no guarantees
Speakin' of peace, I went to war for it, ahh
Shortee Blitz, boy
You ain't on no level ahead of me
No attack that you're sending could ever end in the end of me
Yeah, that's why I'm friends with the enemy, fuck the peace and serenity
This is end in the en-
Tell 'em if I made a promise, I'm on it
I don't care if you don't- on this, sleep on it
I'm never gassed up, get my back up
Everybody for backup, not a steamer, I'm a scrapper, let-
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Dealin wit' all of the pitfall' from the strugglin'
Thеy killin' the lawlessness and flaws from thе government
They did all the ballin' that was caused from the stubbornness
When I done bought up all of the cars and the Cullinans
You spittin' them air-quote raps
You niggas is my kids, you in my shadow like my beard when my hair grow back
Grah, I got my people to grieve
I got white people to please
That's my cerebral disease
So I just run 'way, which is the piece of the cheese?
But know real money's made until real peace of the G's
I went on tours for it
Wrote verses, chords for it, stayed at the Waldorf
Grah, I learned peace is earned, ain't no guarantees
Speakin' of peace, I went to war for it, ahh
Shortee Blitz, boy
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