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NBA Youngboy – Peace Hardly

Out Off the 21 tracks released by NBA Youngboy On His Newly Released Album Which He Titled ‘TOP’.

We Hopped Out This Wonderful Song Which Seems To Be The 20th Track On the Project and it’s titled “Peace Hardly”.

 

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Peace hardly NBA lyrics

[Intro]

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that mothafuckin’ beat?)

(Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherfucker)

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

 

[Refrain]

I’m that lil’ nigga not spendin’ them M’s

I’m holdin’ that shit like it’s good, mmm

I ain’t hidin’ my hand, they know what it is

Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom

Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy

Show no love, straight homicide

.45 Glock ain’t got no safety

In the North, we at war with the other side

 

[Verse 1]

Fuck all you niggas, I’m strapped with my burner

I’m tryna see what it is

Swerve in that Bentley, hop out on a corner

Make my way to LA on a Lear

I see that your vision ain’t looking too clear

Them bodies get left in the field

And them diamonds get set on a bezel

And my mind stay set on a mil’

All night, standin’ on that corner

We on go, we see ’em

I’ma fly her in when I wanna

‘Cause lil’ shorty chill

And that’s all that matter, chit, no chatter

And these hoes get cut like pills

Bitch, don’t run your mouth ’bout nothin’

You know that ain’t real

 

[Chorus]

I can barely get peace hardly

Lie like they all in

I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be

When it’s war, ain’t no stallin’

All night we be stalkin’

Let’s see where they hidin’ or where they be

We slangin’ that heat, die in the street

Hundred, two hundred, three hundred

Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more

I’m really rich, I’ma spend that shit

I’ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks

One million, two million, three million

Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more

Why you worried ’bout me? You ain’t here with me

‘Til you prove with me you ain’t innocent

 

[Verse 2]

Wrong side, we gon’ ride that bitch

Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end

Fuck if he alone, know how we get down

Not sayin’ nothin’ wrong with some dead friends

It’s 187, we burnin’ shit down

Murder right in the town, they movin’ in

She ain’t right for my heart, so I’m movin’ out

I’ma clear this bitch out if they mug again

Now I’m back in this bitch, gotta thug again

Full of Xans, I be toppin’ it with a ten

Dirty straps in that car when I’m with Lil’ Ben

Catch another, I ain’t thinkin’ another sin

Get it to ’em, no talkin’, no Motorola

He gon’ bang for that gang, ain’t no switchin’ over

Travel out for them things, just him and soldiers

For that money, be less, better pray it’s over

 

[Chorus]

I can barely get peace hardly

Lie like they all in

I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be

When it’s war, ain’t no stallin’

All night we be stalkin’

Let’s see where they hidin’ or where they be

We slangin’ that heat, die in the street

Hundred, two hundred, three hundred

Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more

I’m really rich, I’ma spend that shit

I’ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks

One million, two million, three million

Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more

Why you worried ’bout me? You ain’t here with me

‘Til you prove with me you ain’t innocent

 

[Refrain]

I’m that lil’ nigga not spendin’ them M’s

I’m holdin’ that shit like it’s good, mmm

I ain’t hidin’ my hand, they know what it is

Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom

Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy

Show no love, straight homicide

.45 Glock ain’t got no safety

In the North, we at war with the other side

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