Songtext zu ' Peace Hardly ' von YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that mothafuckin' beat?)
(Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherfucker)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

I'm that lil' nigga not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that shit like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' 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

Fuck all you niggas, 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 fiеld
And them diamonds get set on a bеzel
And my mind stay set on a mil'
All night, standin' 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 hoes get cut like pills
Bitch, don't run your mouth 'bout nothin'
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 stallin'
All night we be stalkin'
Let's see where they hidin' 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 rich, I'ma spend that shit
I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me
Till you prove with me you ain't innocent

Wrong side, we gon' ride that bitch
Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end
Fuck if he alone, know how we get down
Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some dead friends
It's 187, we burnin' shit down
Murder right in the town, they movin' in
She ain't right for my heart, so I'm movin' out
I'ma clear this bitch out if they mug again
Now I'm back in this bitch, gotta thug again
Full of Xans, I be toppin' it with a ten
Dirty straps in that car when I'm with Lil' Ben
Catch another, I ain't thinkin' another sin
Get it to 'em, no talkin', no Motorola
He gon' bang for that gang, ain't no switchin' 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 stallin'
All night we be stalkin'
Let's see where they hidin' 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 rich, I'ma spend that shit
I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me
Till you prove with me you ain't innocent

I'm that lil' nigga not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that shit like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' 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