Meyhem Lauren - Peace Dad

Been copping sneakers on Jamaica Ave son my whole life
Fuck the po lice, my people flick knifes and roll dice
Drinking Henny out of plastic cups, rhyme on park benches
Usually rock in dark trenches, fill air with weed stenches
Peace dad, niggas understand the fucking drill
Peace dad, I pack the 4 5th, tell 'em to chill
Peace dad, I always keep some salmon on the grill
Peace dad, who holding it down you know we will Outdoorsmen

Still on my clean shit
Hennesy abusing, AIDs infusion
Show respect, it's no confusion
Don't get left with a contusion
My mental state manipulates the muscles that your mind is using
I want it all, if I choose not to pop it's no delusion
Army fatigues, Gs, dodgin tees shopping sprees
Holding the P93 the week when we was coppin' trees
Banging bitches known for knockin' these to suck the block with ease
Beefs whatever, knuckle up knife fight or cock and squeeze
Respect my come up, what, it's uncut you dumb fuck
Double Ls hit 'em with shells, our guns buck
Street warriors, living legends wearing prize possessions
Playing corners, moved absurdly
Driving dirty had me stressing
I mark the street back
It's scarred, we first left an impression
Polo pussy paper work addict, I need an intervention
Reflect my life through rhymes and welcome into my dimension
I'm worried 'bout winnin' and women fuck the drama session

Been copping sneakers on Jamaica Ave son my whole life
Fuck the po lice, my people flick knifes and roll dice
Drinking Henny out of plastic cups, rhyme on park benches
Usually rock in dark trenches, fill air with weed stenches
Peace dad, niggas understand the fucking drill
Peace dad, I pack the 4 5th, tell 'em to chill
Peace dad, I always keep some salmon on the grill
Peace dad, who holding it down you know we will Outdoorsmen

I been picking sandwiches from corner stores posted in corridors
Feeling like this block is ours, the world is sorta yours
Condoms over problems, always use 'em when you saw the whores
Breaking laws, inner city tours reppin' my family
Be careful when you cop, the block is hot like Dave's insanity
Keep a couple thousand and some hammers for calamity
I keeps it fly until I die above the canopy
I'll probably bag more shorties hoppin' out a standard V
It's all about your chi, accessories are secondary
I've been official since the people was my secretary
Welcome to the great outdoors, forever legendary
Reppin' for Queens, we drinking Henny while we pen in heaven

Been copping sneakers on Jamaica Ave son my whole life
Fuck the po lice, my people flick knifes and roll dice
Drinking Henny out of plastic cups, rhyme on park benches
Usually rock in dark trenches, fill air with weed stenches
Peace dad, niggas understand the fucking drill
Peace dad, I pack the 4 5th, tell 'em to chill
Peace dad, I always keep some salmon on the grill
Peace dad, who holding it down you know we will Outdoorsmen