Tranquility - AMP AI

Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm And thank God for the leader, hm And think hard for a message Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer? We're tranquil for a Brutus, hey And hard road for a Ceasar, hey Well, who came from the heavens? They kill for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm And thank God for the shooters Them hard streets make a militant man Fuck a bitch, be as real as you can Our education, they tend to say we killers again But I'd rather give this living a chance, I'm getting patience I wonder if the world is gon' see us, it's just niggas They treat lyrics like I hold triggers like I make difference Then downplay, what I'm given like I'm no different It make me wanna move to my aunt's house I've been on pills since a little one Start with Advil then we level up I wonder if my son gon' trust me, after songs so ugly Bout his moms, ain't mean to see the world so crummy They got. Tec-9's for Jesus So I figured that the second coming wasn't never coming Go figure heaven is a hassle cause They don't even want a nigga back in Africa Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm And thank God for the leader, hm And think hard for a message Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer? We're tranquil for a Brutus, hey And hard road for a Ceasar, hey Well, who came from the heavens? They kill for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm And thank God for the shooters Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm And thank God for the leader, hm And think hard for a message Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer? We're tranquil for a Brutus, hey And hard road for a Ceasar, hey Well, who came from the heavens? They kill for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm And thank God for the shooters And some of us fall and some of us hover And some of us shooters and some of us lovers I see the sum of it all, I'm running for cover Invite you for supper, but really they hunt you What's really 300, who's really a gangster Who's really the prey? Who's really in danger? I'm willing to pray, I'm feeling the angels Is liquor the savior? This moment will contain us And ride to the far side, I'm looking for peace Just spread the cigar wide, a moment of ease Hard benches for my brothers that be roaming the streets We don't always be the leaders that they want us to be I'm just hoping that she praying while she down on her knees See I often treat these hoes like their fathers would be Good Lord, my flaws, blind you, got you time for, my flaws Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm And thank God for the leader, hm And think hard for a message Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer? We're tranquil for a Brutus, hey And hard road for a Ceasar, hey Well, who came from the heavens? They kill for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm And thank God for the shooters

Earl on the beat (Earl of the beat) (Earl of the beat) Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah Yosemite where it needs to be, yeah All of these wishes, yeah, they lead for me, yeah Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah I'm pouring my heart on a trap instrumental I went through some shit that fucked up my mental I went to the store and bought me a kettle Uh, I went to the store and bought me a kettle Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm pouring my heart on a trap instrumental I went through some shit that fucked up my mental I went to the store and bought me a kettle I got me some scores that I gotta settle Bitches, they love me but none of that matters They say that I'm famous, but none of that matters Back to my life when they turn off the cameras Shawty got ass but the ass can get fatter They wanna talk, I don't wanna catch up I take my burger, no lettuce, just cheese I order sauce, I order ketchup I don't show love to any police She isn't praying but she's on her knees Just got a call, deliver a three Uh, guess that I'm shooting a three, this isn't free I got a fee, I wear some Gs I spent some Gs, this isn't cheap My intuition can't push me to greed Always awake, I never sleep This is the gram, my fam gotta eat Ah, they don't want no problems with me I used to sit down at times to grieve I used to serve up and sell up to Steve It's 40 degrees and I'm bringing the heat Landing a line that might get me a piece I'm not content, I'm not at peace Look over my shoulder to see if I'm free Circle my block many times before sleep Copped a new batch, no receipts I'm tryna make me a mill' in a week, shit I'm tryna make me some mills like I'm Meek Three sixty-five, I'm deprived of my sleep Money to make, money in-heeps Ganja to smoke, coming like trees Some are alive, some are deceased Some ain't around, they lost inner peace Karma's a bitch, she's working for me Uh, yeah Karma's my bitch, she working for me, yeah Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah Yosemite where it needs to be, yeah All of these wishes, yeah, they lead for me, yeah Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah Yosemite where it needs to be, yeah All of these bitches, yeah, they leave for me, yeah She give me faces, no poker (Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah) Uh, uh, feds at the door and I straight (Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah) Always keep back 'cause I ain't rush (Yosemite where it needs to be, yeah) Roll up a plain, I don't smoke gunk All of these bitches, yeah, they leave for me, yeah A ship is safe in a harbour, that's not what ships are for Yeah, yeah, I never stayed a trapper, all on God (All on God) Every day I leave my house, yeah, I come back with a fork (Back with a fork) My little bruddah that shot up his friend, he ain't giving a fuck (Ain't givin' a fuck) Yeah, they were cool, yeah, yeah, it was just last year (Just last year) I had some friends, yeah, yeah, that was lost last year (Lost last year)