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Peacekeeper
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Peacekeeper was released on November 12, 2025 by devencruz as a part of the album Peacekeeper - Single
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Release DateNovember 12, 2025
Labeldevencruz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
devencruz
devencruz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
devencruz
devencruz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
devencruz
devencruz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Look
Yo
Look
I roll one up if just to keep the peace
Pass it to my brother
While we scheming on a dream that only we could see
Go from ducking cop cars
To fuckin on a pop star
Knots large, no punching clock cards
You know the top ours
Pull up eating lobster
In a phantom at the opera
Soaked in vodka
Smoking proper
Paid enough say fuck a doctor
On my momma I want commas
Im gon do just what I gotta
For the rain that pained us constant
Imma fucking reign and conquer
I’m a monster of their own design
Knowing shit ain’t gold
But I can’t help it, the allure of shine
I don’t see no way up out this bitch but taking risks
So what’s the gist, is you with it or you stuck up in the mix
Get a fix from fantasy and be back on the same shit
Ain’t no play if ain’t no work involved
Heard the call from deep inside my skull
To tell em what it saw
Picture almost clear before it cut it off
Fuck I’m off
A little bit off
But look, huh
Yeah
I get back to sitting 4 deep in the old Corolla
Janky stash box, 2 pistols and orange soda
Smelt the peer pressure but ain’t fall for the aroma
Xan coma, man down, game over
Can’t frown, ain’t sober
Hang over halo’d us
Real deal zombies
Never seen a palm tree
But def know how to palm trees
Get to scoping the sky please
You hoping to find me
I float like a calm breeze
You don’t better find wings
Fumigating thoughts thats ruminating
Soon as Cruz awaken
Plan moves to get the crew the bacon
Better off to go lose in Vegas
Then choose to play us
Chew the fruit of labor
The shooter taking
Your “who’s the greatest”
In the lobby duckin all the discussion
Got the drugs in the pocket
Like all the fuckin percussion
It’s up it’s stuck and it’s nothing
No sense in huffing and puffing
We turning suffering to something
Its up to us to disrupt it
So what we doin
Man what the fuck we doin
What we doin
Yeah
Written by: Deven Eckels
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