PEEse & LuV

[Intro]
Hey girl? Hey girl!
Hey girl? Hey girl!
Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl?

[Refrain 1]
Remember?
When you spilled coffee on my J's?
Coffee on my J Dilla vinyls
And I didn't even mind, didn't even mind
(Check it...)

[Verse]
My life really fucking sucks
Yes, it really fucking sucks
Seems every time I duck a slut
My paycheck gets cut once a month
Plus I've been down on all my luck
Steph went MIA cause she gotta be the mother
When her mother just can't be enough
Plus Oobi on my mind, Oobi's on my mind
I told Cook I hate myself all the time, myself all the time
Cause of all these mistakes I made dating back to seventh grade
I turned seventeen and you can see that nothing hasn't changed
I'm that same motherfucka out the 718
Saying he did a mixtape, claiming the shit went great
Besides Jayy, I'm the only one being honest
Besides Rae, I'm the only one being modest
But Oobi's on my mind, Oobi's on my mind
Know if she get rich enough
She gon' buy herself a mansion and get a man and shit
But she gon' damage him or he gon' damage her
I don't really care much bout the second one (check it)
I should be on honor roll
I don't really give a fuck about you and these other hoes
I don't really understand why you keep telling that girl
That you love her when you really don't
But that shit ain't my business, that just ain't my business
Plus I got these other niggas
Telling me to help them pull the trigger
On some random niggas, I will never meet
But I don't say a peep, no
I do not secrete the secrets that I ever keep
Unless they need to be heard and these need to be heard
I told my boys to be discreet
You sure they really did it?
How bout you sit them down to eat
You look 'em all straight in the eyes—until they all agree
Maybe then they'll see the world
Is getting bluer than it's getting green
This ain't no Barzini meeting
We need not be in between on these issues of greedy treaties
And itty-bitty achievements in life
Where's the peace and love sacrifices?
Thought that would suffice
Wear a Jesus piece out at night for the day that you catch a knife for your friend
Ain't that nicely an end?
Late at night CNN gon' show your face on the news
Reputation à bruised, à la fool
Standing falsely accused of crimes
That your boy was supposed to do
Ooh—Ja making me crazy, I swear that you're blood clotting
Man, this kid is so popping, somebody gotta stop him
I mean thank God that he'll never get to go diamond
Cause the way this motherfucka rhyming
Tryna write a Bible to this shit
He gon eat and drink us like we ramen and some tonic with his shit
While the niggas that he's signing are some problems for our shit
He can make consumers buy 'em and then probably rich
Y'all know we can't be having this
That's why we made sure they'd stop
Putting dimes into what they buying
So they could never fucking sell us out
That's why we the realest motherfuckas out
Not cause we's talented—cause we stealing talent
If I try to paint the bigger picture
They gon' take my paint palettes
They gon' break my bank balance
They gon' make my pals bounce
They gon' try to make my whole crew not worth a single ounce
And you don't want that, you know you no want that
Cause if you let 'em do it, it's 'gon be me you gonna want back
See I just need consistency, I need you to stick with me
I need you to forget all of our history
And tell me whether you had really missed me
When I had left your world for weeks
Touring 'round the Phillipines

[Refrain 2]
Remember?
When they spilled coffee on my J's
Coffee on my J Dilla vinyls
And I didn't even mind, didn't even mind

[Outro]
Baby...
We know the world's full of sadness
But let's bring in some gladness