Tony Mitchell - Peace of Mind lyrics

[Verse 1] We all eatin' now, what a feelin' Glad I don't gotta work now, I'm chillin' Got a lot of blanks but ain't no need to fill in Them, 'cause we got cash stacked to the ceiling Better yet, ain't no more haters in my vision Blocked 'em out with smoke clouds, can't feel 'em Chock full of good vibes now, can't k** 'em Cause a n***a got a good ride now, paint drippin' I ain't trippin', sh** My mama got some landscape, it's great She be feelin' safe, no safe Just steak, with a lot of A1 Low stakes Fresh plate, with a lot of pay stubs No shakes from the land lord Good lord, can't believe my eyes Who am I, living life like I'm better deep inside That's right, that's slyte, let me get it Check mic Might check on my n***as, one time Check flights Where they at, hit 'em up, scrollin' down Check Ike They was right down the street, whole time That's tight Then we bettin' up, on sight Now we blowin' down, where my lighter at [Chorus] Peace of mind Everybody come, get a piece of mine Peace of mind Everybody come, get a plate, it's fine (It's fine) (2X) [Verse 2] We all eatin' bra, what a feelin' Glad we don't gotta work now, we chillin' Got a lot of blanks but ain't no need to fill in Them, 'cause we got cash stacked to the ceiling Big bra can't play the villain anymore 'Cause I got him top notch space, and a lot of who*es I'm sure, he wouldn't mind me saying that sh**, we got eachother's back, ain't no say in that Oh, and dad he call me back, not to entrap He likes what I rap and he wanna hear my tracks In fact, we in this b**h right f**in' now With a pound, no scale, no sale Gather round f** trinidad, we gon' keep ya here Stick around Take a fitted cap, they don't know ya here We gon' get it dad Don't u worry bout the judge, I'ma get it dad Sit back, smoke a fat one, hit it dad [Chorus] [Skit 1] *Alarm* *Knocking* "Yo SLYTE, get ya a** up, man. C'mon." "Get up. Your mom's tappin', bra. Your mom's tappin' my sh**." f**, bra What? "Your mom wants you, bra." Man, I don't give a f**, bro I do not give a sh** [Verse 3] I'm f**in' tired of this sh** No chick, broke whip I'm f**in fried in this b**h No cents, makes sense I'm 9 to 5'ing this b**h And if my manager say one more word I'm bout to flip And get to flippin' this work pop get more than his kids I'm sick of this life, how I'ma check on the twins 'Bout homework, when my work amounting to sh** My net worth in the negative, I'm positive b**h But on a positive note, I got pretty bank note that say I owe my left nut where the depositing is At least it ain't my dick, at least I ain't got a kid To show my f**in' face around, when I ain't got but a grip And petty words that I can tell 'em, 'bout how I never gave a sh** But he or she should give a sh**, so I get a crib up out of it f** am I sayin', I'm out of it f** what you sayin', I'm out of this [Skit 2] Man f** this sh** All y'all n***as can s** my f**in' dick With ya f**in' hands out Put your f**in' hands up, n***a We don't owe you sh** Backhouse in this b**h (You good, man) *Spit* (Yo Seno, what the f** wrong with this n***a?)