Fresco Stevens - Peace and Love lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Bank$y boy you prob'ly know the kid Just ask your girl, she can fill you in Reminisce, I used to date a twin And I ain't cuff a good girl ever since Just something 'bout her, I'm off that Daddy called, I gotta call back Really I hope my Fam good, need world peace like Artest Hit jump shots, that's all net, And alley-oop to my Day 1's Hell is when you got low funds And we're tryna eat like Rev Run No pun intended, peep the mission, BurbLife 'til I rest in peace Know a couple girls that wanna rest in sheets, why I'm ducking hoes like every week Still 19 with no baby That's crazy And a youngin' been tryna settle down, So why all these women fugazi I'm just talking, out the side of my neck at that But I told y'all that I'ma keep it real Still young, gifted and black Fresh cuff on them new jeans Lowkey, but I do things Volt 10's on my black socks, no blacktops, and no hoop dreams Still 4-0-4 to my city though, 3-2-1 if you didn't know But I mention it in like every song so it's something wrong or you're kind of slow [Bridge] Bank$y, appropriate to thank me A n***a saved hip-hop, threw away the Plan B No abortion, lyrically important, never had a whip, got the drive of a [Porsche] [Verse 2] Say a prayer and them angels sing, tell a lie and that devil grins Had to bring it back to that Black Art, still racing circles like NASCAR Got no time for them fast broads Though I wouldn't mind me a track star with them toned legs when that back arched I'm just rhyming now, bring it back around Told my brother I'ma hold it down, love my crew and they love me back BurbLife or nothing, I'm stating facts Ain't catch a case, I saved face Got a heavy heart, and a light waist It's a vacancy where that heater be 'Cuz a jail cell don't appeal to me And it's Peace and Love to them babies And half these women got rabies, and most these n***as still hating I'ma pa** the track to my n***a Zach and let him mix it like he's biracial These n***as starve and wanna pray to God but ain't bring no food to that table Y'all be Cain 'cuz I'm Abel, ain't whip no caine 'cuz I'm faithful It's like all I want is salvation, but discipleship, it takes patience And I'm thinking hard, my mind racing But it's a marathon so I'm pacing And that's word to Nip, all money in 'til I make enough to replace it, yeah [Outro] To be continued