Headie One - Ball In Peace
OneT house settings, more time on the M, you know where I'm heading (direct)
Got this table just filled with twenties and tenners, I got a T house fetish (no tracky)
Spent most of my teens in a bando, only this year I start knowing 'bout debits (One)
When the fiends in the town need to score off me I didn't care 'bout score and credit (turn)
I couldn't tell you a time cash fell at my feet, Headie had to go and get it
How many times I've been a tennant, obviously I paid nine rocks to rent it (one)
Came out of jail and I didn't get to celebrate my twenty first and twentieth
I weren't even home one week when I got that Nina and press her (quickly)
I just out me O of each and it gets me a shotty and a stolen Jeep (gang)
I had a good run this week (turn)
This fiend don't want me to trap out her yard no more, I guess she got cold feet (why?)
You know that bando firing hot, gangdem still trapping out Sophie's (turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
I been just tryna ball in peace
I'm either OT dealing with the drug squad or in the hood, it's armed police
I took a chase and I threw that boot, I'd have done it on site like Cardi B
Feds pissed off they can't find no smoke, all up in my yard doing carpentry
All up in court tryna tarnish me
I hope my lawyer go hard for me
Real OT boy, why you think feds can't lock me in Isis? (Never)
And if I was locked in a local, that was for works or violence (always)
Told shawty go get her mother those both (One)
Still gotta peel off a bread for a smoke (turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
All I ever want is a gun I can stroke, bitch, can you play that part for me?
If we get bagged with this .44 long, will you take the charge for me? (One)
I told shawty, I don't jugg, I just rap and I do construction partially
But I'm on the M-way doing up map, what you think I do with this cash? (Turn)
Fastest blacked out Beamer with the gang, still jump out, do it and dash (ay)
Can't tell me 'bout hustle, jailhouse, I done it with spice and hash (everything)
You can't tell me 'bout upsey deliveries, bandos, any excuse for the trap (everything)
I was kilometres from home tryna charge three fiddy for an ounce of amm'
Now we still in Hakkasan
I been just tryna ball in peace
I'm either OT dealing with the drug squad or in the hood, it's armed police
I took a chase and I threw that boot, I'd have done it on site like Cardi B
Feds pissed off they can't find no smoke, all up in my yard doing carpentry
All up in court tryna tarnish me
I hope my lawyer go hard for me
Written by:
Haile Arefaine, Irving Ampofo Adjei, Jason Powell, Kamil Shehu Dandaura Musa
Publisher:
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