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• Artiste: Kodak Black
• Titre: Master Peace
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I've been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy The streets done took over, ain't nothin' nice, I can't even master peace I've been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy The streets done took over, ain't nothin' nice, I can't even master peace I can't even master peace I can't even master I can't even master peace They know they was destined, why they mad at a G? I gave it all I got, this shit ain't happen for free Came a long way from the block, look what I happen to be Kept it real with all my niggas, look what happened to me They thought I was goin' crazy, keep the strap on the seat They thought I was gon' sign with Baby or Master P When I got my first .380 I was happy for weeks I remember gettin' faded, tryna balance the heat I remember I kept fuckin' up the re-up Made me jump out with the mop, I had to clean up Leave a stain for some rank 'cause we young niggas Catch a body 'cause we childish and young niggas I've been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy The streets done took over, ain't nothin' nice, I can't even master peace I can't even master Niggas on that don shit, I'm tryna run shit (Tryna run shit) Now, my flow a masterpiece, I'm one of one (One of one) Project Picasso, I'm from the slums (From the slums) Blood red, I paint the city with my gun (Paint the city with my gun) Hood art dealer sellin' P like a van Gough Crazy how much work we can cook up in this bando Block Beethoven, play with keys like pianos Hop out with these switches, get to tweakin' like I'm Rambo (Duh-duh) Say they like the way I put the choir on this trap shit (On this trap) Ghetto gospel, I got them singin' in the trap Say it powerful how I put Jesus in my rap Send yo' ass to meet 'em, get to squeezin' on this strap There's roaches and rats, ain't no peace up in this trenches Every piece I got come with switches and extensions I'm tryn' make a masterpiece, I'm tryn' go Divinci But I can't even master peace I'm stressed for real I've been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy The streets done took over, ain't nothin' nice, I can't even master peace I've been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy The streets done took over, ain't nothin' nice, I can't even master peace I can't even master peace I can't even master I can't even master peace I can't even master I can't even master peace I can't even We was off the porch, we was deep in these streets Late-night fist fights, rockin' niggas to sleep Stuck off in the struggle, we was in too deep Knew we'd make it out, we just had to believe I can't master I can't even master peace I can't even master