Inner Peace - Daour, YPM

That’s my inner peace

No simis please

Get the money right, fuck the bitch twice

Live a lavish life, that’s the plan alright

Prosper and grow, what the fuck though

Lil Wayne taught me everything I know

See I’m real winner, big bidder

Got a hundred million dollars, big tipper

Put them in the bank make it grow bigger

Put the money in the bag, grave digger

I shine bright, my bitch tight

Dreamin bout the life I need

Pour more lean ice, don’t think twice

Baby that’s all I need

I can’t think right, cause all mighty

I’m in my inner peace

(Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Wish I can smoke marijuana and get high when I wanna

Hotbox that lamb make it feel like a sauna

Fuck your bitch dip when the drama (Comes)

And then I’m gonna (Fuck the bitch)

Pull up on your corner (Khalsana)

Spray you down with my gunners (Fuck up your shit)

I feel like a hundred million dollars

Thats my inner peace

Surrounded by your niggas you think you be making hits

But really all you is, is some spoiled rich kids

See I starded back from nothing I stay grinding till I make it

Your manager, your team no talent, you be faking

You thinking you’re the shit well, I’m the king of this city

I got bars, I got flow and your bitch say I’m pretty

All the niggas know that I been repping 1158

You niggas still hungry I got food on my plate

I got hoes on the go, I got bars nigga woah

44 full clip, drive by, hit a lick

Tell my nigga this is it, tell my bitches that they thick

Tell my girlfriend I’m the shit like woah

I got bars on the go, I got money now they know

Kill them all with my flow, kill them all on the low

All them bitches in my DMs they be showing me titties

I don’t walk around with ones I walk with hundreds and fifties

All this drank I’m sipping thinking that I need a new kidney

Hurricane on my wrist spinning around like a frisbee (Yeah)

Smoking the gas, count up the cash

Diamonds they flash like woah

Bitch I’m smoking the gas, greener than grass

The best in my class, I hit I don’t pass no

(Yeah, Imma hit I don’t pass no)

I’m like the muslim don, a pharaoh or a khan

I spit fire to pave the road I’m on, I’m arrogant like my words on strong

Turn the music up and hit that bong, I drop a verse and catch a thong

I’m in this bitch till its gone I’m gone, asking god what I did so wrong

(What I did so wrong)

Left hand on the pussy, right hand on the bible

I got my gang with me, so I pray for the rivals

Bitch check my rifle, its tall the like the Eiffel

Want to know how I feel?

I like to

Step back to the darkness that got me still

Step up from a milly so I got a bill

Run up on these niggas cause I like to kill (Huh)

Like I’m so trill

My homie talked bout' that inner peace

But how you can’t find it when you running from the police

Bitch freeze, gotta get more keys

You waiting for the picture perfect life nigga please

Say cheese (Uh), and I spit it like Nas

Next thing I’m living on mars

With spaceships as cars

I be hanging with stars

Yeah

YPM

DrumWalk

Daour