... And So It Was

Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Turning a blunt to ash like a phoenix
Weed in the bag deleted whenever I feel defeated
Feeling like a gash that keeps bleeding (keeps bleeding)
But even a cut will glisten when the incision is healing
Don’t even know why I rap
I know y’all don’t get the meaning
Even though I’m broke
I know you see me shining like you starin’ at the Sun
See me loaded like you staring down a gun
The whole world sticking to cash like a piece of fucking gum
Hell is where I’m from
Well I’m, well I’m here to pop bubbles and bum
Got, got, got bags full of skunk
All I gotta do is sell ‘em
And I’m fuckin’ done, uh, uh

Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace

See I never look sober, just looked over
How do you kill a rat? Turn to a cobra
Got no love for a plaintiff, sold my soul to Satan
Purple always on me, like I was drafted by the Ravens
Got them drugs in my eyes, homicide on my mind
Grim Reaper of my time with the nine on my side
No need for a shooter, so make no mistake
You looking death in the face when you play with my cake
You know the blunts stay lit, junkies steady robbing
Let the blade get to work if we got a fucking problem
Hoes steady jocking, haters steady knocking
That’s how life’s been ever since we got it popping

Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace

See this world fucked up, but I ain’t ready to leave yet
Cash on my mind at this point I don’t need shit
Smoking all the time mane I swear it relieves stress
Attitude and pain, yeah mane I swear you can keep it
Gram in the piece so I ain’t struggling tomorrow
Pussy every day so I ain’t stuck in the sorrow
She can sprint for the cab
Why you playing, catch up
Let’s see how many niggas switch
When the money come up
For real
Hustle

Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace