Peace Prevail - Raury

Been by myself since the white tees

Been by myself since Dem Franchize Boyz

Did that dance on that holdin' my white tee

Trends came before fittin' in was a chore

In the end didn’t nobody like me

Even though I had on this white tee chillin'

Grillin' with aluminum foil in my mouth

From the south, bitch, I’m so icy

And I was 9 back then, now I’m 19

Wonder how I’ll look when I’m 90

Wonder if rap will be a white thing

Wonder what you’re gonna call my things

Will it be hits?

Will it be wack?

Will you not get me to the all black soiree

When they dance on my grave and then pop champagne

And remember my name and the lectures I bring

And the lectures I bring

And the lectures I bring

May peace prevail, on this earth

May peace prevail, on Atlanta

May peace prevail, on your soul

May peace prevail, prevail, prevail

Been 'bout a check since the white tees

You come around, cigarettes in the chest of your pocket

Your hoodie had white sleeves

I couldn’t judge, I’ve done shit before

With no one around to indict me

See me down with some insight we

Know that it snows in the south

Prolly all year 'round if you’re talkin' in the right key

Everything was gonna be alright, my nigga

Tell me why you’re so into your pride, my nigga?

Told you sellin' white, had a price, niggas juug

Now you wanna turn around and go and fight some niggas

Tryna be a trap god for life, my nigga?

Rather have kids and a wife, my nigga

And you go off to the night with your shoulder in the ice

Death got you by the scythe, my nigga

Sheist, my nigga, world’s full of sheisty niggas

Icy niggas, black, white, hypebeast niggas

If I ever had a check for each and every single time

A nigga at the finish line, I own Nike, nigga

But then again, who am I?

Boy down south, head too high

Knowin' everything gon' be alright

It’s gon' be alright

May peace prevail, on this earth

May peace prevail, on Atlanta

May peace prevail, on your soul

May peace prevail, prevail, prevail

Left him out to dry.

Somebody found that shit funny.

Like you ain’t ever have

dry mouth.

Shit, you smoke weed, you know you’ve had dry mouth.

Everybody had

dry mouth, shit.

This is DJ Smooth Jazz on the 1−2-2s.

Clap your hands, baby.

Come here, you, clap your hands.

This might be the last time you hear me on

your radio.

Our final broadcast.

Clap your hands, mothafucka.

Clap your hands