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Viewing lyrics for Imma Get My Peace (Rough Mix) by The Real Stevie Bee.

I sold my soul to the devil on mothers day

nothin more to say to the Lord but still my momma pray

if happy days is wat you bring me yeah I'll give you praise

they say I'm talkin crazy

but evidently you aint seen enough

dream catcher over the bed, its got butterfingers

cause im tossin, im turnin e'ry night pickin up satan's features

allow me to sip from the cup few men'll drink

151 proof music in my bloodstream

I love you mama but your son had to make this change

im goin insane, out here grinding tryna stay da same

I got you bloodsuckers ready for your last meal

so bleed me dry, i fill these veins up with sour diesel

fuck this life, my first check, cop a new one

no lease, paid off, cash price, dats how you do son

fakes da new real, so im an endangered species

but no protection for my breed

so imma get my peace....

you keep taking from me

like i aint givin you all i got

dis music is all i got

da piece'll pop if da music stops

it dont matter if you cool or hot

my hunger like a runaway train, wont stop

i saty steady smokin like im afraid to drop

you know what i need

but they aint loaning so imma feed my greed

i drop nugs no time to sow seeds

im born again in dis bitch, im switchin lanes

extinguishing all these niggas claimin they spittin flames

im nothin like da last line

da flow is timeless

you say you love it well bitch lets be honest

if iwas doin nuttin would you still be here

been alone so long so to die alone i dont fear

if niggas aint rollin wit me

and bitches aint fuckin wit me

ima keep getting dis money...

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