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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Smurf
Black Smurf
Vocals
Kye Kye
Kye Kye
Sampled Artist
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Jonathan Crawford
Jonathan Crawford
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer
SLMDNKASR
SLMDNKASR
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): John Crawford, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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