Niggas say I'm not a lyricist
Overrated, call me Julie Newman
Handle business quick
If I was a candy, I'd be skittles bitch
Some people think that rap is only riddle that and riddle this
Cross me and I'll write a diss
Nope you a salmon, I got bigger fish
Listen to my shit, quench your thirst
Then go take a piss
All these niggas mad
Cos I'm dope
And my rhythm sick
Riding with my homies
We are not a clique
I disregard a bitch
Then I-
Huh
Get a bag, make it hella thick
Duplicate my profits with investments
Call it nigga rich
All my money clean as a whistle
I'm legitimate
Got a job
Quit the 4th week
I was sick of it
Middle fingers up
Told my boss
I'm not good at this
Music is my passion
I'm a rapper
I know how to spit
Sister called me up
Said I gotchu with some other shit
She was talking customer service, I said ridiculous
Let me in!
Cut the story short
I dint get the job
HR preppy white boy
And his name was Rob
Looking at me funny
Prolly knew
That I was a FOB
"I'm looking for Chewbacca"
Hold up man, Yo this gotta stop
(gotta stop)
So first of all please get my name right bitch
"I'm so sorry if I butchered"-
Man you slayed that shit
You people don't even try
Ask the niggas from my side
They gon say it's not a lie
At this point I'm not surprised
Huh
Uneducated uninformed
Anything outside the norm is f*cking alien
You only love us when you see us sweating in the stadiums
We're more than sports and rap
Can you get that in your cranium?
Please
I'm tryna speak up so our future kids
Grow up with ease
Y'all saw what happened to our brother when he got on his knee
We need some f*cking validation
Or there will be no peace
AKtheKING - No Peace Lyrics
AKtheKING - No Peace Lyrics
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Niggas say I'm not a lyricist
Overrated, call me Julie Newman
Handle business quick
If I was a candy, I'd be skittles bitch
Some people think that rap is only riddle that and riddle this
Cross me and I'll write a diss
Nope you a salmon, I got bigger fish
Listen to my shit, quench your thirst
Then go take a piss
All these niggas mad
Cos I'm dope
And my rhythm sick
Riding with my homies
We are not a clique
I disregard a bitch
Then I-
Huh
Get a bag, make it hella thick
Duplicate my profits with investments
Call it nigga rich
All my money clean as a whistle
I'm legitimate
Got a job
Quit the 4th week
I was sick of it
Middle fingers up
Told my boss
I'm not good at this
Music is my passion
I'm a rapper
I know how to spit
Sister called me up
Said I gotchu with some other shit
She was talking customer service, I said ridiculous
Let me in!
Cut the story short
I dint get the job
HR preppy white boy
And his name was Rob
Looking at me funny
Prolly knew
That I was a FOB
"I'm looking for Chewbacca"
Hold up man, Yo this gotta stop
(gotta stop)
So first of all please get my name right bitch
"I'm so sorry if I butchered"-
Man you slayed that shit
You people don't even try
Ask the niggas from my side
They gon say it's not a lie
At this point I'm not surprised
Huh
Uneducated uninformed
Anything outside the norm is f*cking alien
You only love us when you see us sweating in the stadiums
We're more than sports and rap
Can you get that in your cranium?
Please
I'm tryna speak up so our future kids
Grow up with ease
Y'all saw what happened to our brother when he got on his knee
We need some f*cking validation
Or there will be no peace
Overrated, call me Julie Newman
Handle business quick
If I was a candy, I'd be skittles bitch
Some people think that rap is only riddle that and riddle this
Cross me and I'll write a diss
Nope you a salmon, I got bigger fish
Listen to my shit, quench your thirst
Then go take a piss
All these niggas mad
Cos I'm dope
And my rhythm sick
Riding with my homies
We are not a clique
I disregard a bitch
Then I-
Huh
Get a bag, make it hella thick
Duplicate my profits with investments
Call it nigga rich
All my money clean as a whistle
I'm legitimate
Got a job
Quit the 4th week
I was sick of it
Middle fingers up
Told my boss
I'm not good at this
Music is my passion
I'm a rapper
I know how to spit
Sister called me up
Said I gotchu with some other shit
She was talking customer service, I said ridiculous
Let me in!
Cut the story short
I dint get the job
HR preppy white boy
And his name was Rob
Looking at me funny
Prolly knew
That I was a FOB
"I'm looking for Chewbacca"
Hold up man, Yo this gotta stop
(gotta stop)
So first of all please get my name right bitch
"I'm so sorry if I butchered"-
Man you slayed that shit
You people don't even try
Ask the niggas from my side
They gon say it's not a lie
At this point I'm not surprised
Huh
Uneducated uninformed
Anything outside the norm is f*cking alien
You only love us when you see us sweating in the stadiums
We're more than sports and rap
Can you get that in your cranium?
Please
I'm tryna speak up so our future kids
Grow up with ease
Y'all saw what happened to our brother when he got on his knee
We need some f*cking validation
Or there will be no peace
Writer: Chukwuka Adesokan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid