Yeah
Stolani shows
Torani leather indigos
TG opening back doors
I'm here like nobody knows
Asking where I go
Seats with the private monitor stow
Private seats at Pastaio
Did they hear it though
Still not on the radio
Don't see anything anymore except studio
M.I.A. for days when I'm collecting the ammo
Telling me to take days off and let go
Who else gonna do it if you working solo
Hence the title I gave myself C.E.O
Dozing off gotta hit up Able for the espresso
Eskimo, primo, the G.O.A.T. wheeler
They call me for a verse or a duo
Everything I need is with my team though
Dodged a lot of ungrateful tea
Calling up to spill and disturb the peace
Let go of the ones who cooking up the beef
Keep the beef cooking to chef D
That's my dawg and he keeps it fresh
Little season mesh, salt from Dead Sea
He been through a lot with me
400 calls a day to make it here
Crossing boarders to get places we wanted to be
Onto bigger and better things now with C.B.G
Be In Our stunts to get past three
Shots that we took from outside like Kobe hitting the three
Basking on eggs that we throw in the sea
Just to prove that we could do it without paying the fee
Or hire some boochi to tell us how to be
Nobody can put they-selves in our shoes cause we was always wearing three
Yeah
Sometimes I feel like I'm being ignored
Text show delivered and out the door
Last thing I said was have a good life
Knew you was on a drive but thought you'd say more
I'm not expecting anything
Just reminiscing to the time we hit the Hermès store
You asked for the croc birkin bag
Then jumped in the G wagon parked out back
Made up for the times we'd lack
What a time that was
Now you can just think back
And lay back
Yeah
Two years on and I gotta relieve the dome
Remember singing over the rotary phone
Author of the story, like I'm pulling the hits out the stone
We close knit but I'm still feeling alone
Bunch of syndicates
Back when it was still a garage, FL, and the free drum kits
Been out trying to sell some tickets
Couldn't even hit the limit
Thought I'd see the digits, but only on stage for a minute
Went back to writing scripts in Linux
In between the lyrics, I was doing 24 hour fitness
Now I'm never in one place longer than 10 minutes
Unless I'm at the crib minding my own business
Mind was set for the playlist
All these hits they swear I had a hit-list
I'm putting the fear in this year
Gotta be thankful for the last year
So I can top the next year
Yeah
Naji - Disturb the Peace Lyrics
Naji - Disturb the Peace Lyrics
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Yeah
Stolani shows
Torani leather indigos
TG opening back doors
I'm here like nobody knows
Asking where I go
Seats with the private monitor stow
Private seats at Pastaio
Did they hear it though
Still not on the radio
Don't see anything anymore except studio
M.I.A. for days when I'm collecting the ammo
Telling me to take days off and let go
Who else gonna do it if you working solo
Hence the title I gave myself C.E.O
Dozing off gotta hit up Able for the espresso
Eskimo, primo, the G.O.A.T. wheeler
They call me for a verse or a duo
Everything I need is with my team though
Dodged a lot of ungrateful tea
Calling up to spill and disturb the peace
Let go of the ones who cooking up the beef
Keep the beef cooking to chef D
That's my dawg and he keeps it fresh
Little season mesh, salt from Dead Sea
He been through a lot with me
400 calls a day to make it here
Crossing boarders to get places we wanted to be
Onto bigger and better things now with C.B.G
Be In Our stunts to get past three
Shots that we took from outside like Kobe hitting the three
Basking on eggs that we throw in the sea
Just to prove that we could do it without paying the fee
Or hire some boochi to tell us how to be
Nobody can put they-selves in our shoes cause we was always wearing three
Yeah
Sometimes I feel like I'm being ignored
Text show delivered and out the door
Last thing I said was have a good life
Knew you was on a drive but thought you'd say more
I'm not expecting anything
Just reminiscing to the time we hit the Hermès store
You asked for the croc birkin bag
Then jumped in the G wagon parked out back
Made up for the times we'd lack
What a time that was
Now you can just think back
And lay back
Yeah
Two years on and I gotta relieve the dome
Remember singing over the rotary phone
Author of the story, like I'm pulling the hits out the stone
We close knit but I'm still feeling alone
Bunch of syndicates
Back when it was still a garage, FL, and the free drum kits
Been out trying to sell some tickets
Couldn't even hit the limit
Thought I'd see the digits, but only on stage for a minute
Went back to writing scripts in Linux
In between the lyrics, I was doing 24 hour fitness
Now I'm never in one place longer than 10 minutes
Unless I'm at the crib minding my own business
Mind was set for the playlist
All these hits they swear I had a hit-list
I'm putting the fear in this year
Gotta be thankful for the last year
So I can top the next year
Yeah
Stolani shows
Torani leather indigos
TG opening back doors
I'm here like nobody knows
Asking where I go
Seats with the private monitor stow
Private seats at Pastaio
Did they hear it though
Still not on the radio
Don't see anything anymore except studio
M.I.A. for days when I'm collecting the ammo
Telling me to take days off and let go
Who else gonna do it if you working solo
Hence the title I gave myself C.E.O
Dozing off gotta hit up Able for the espresso
Eskimo, primo, the G.O.A.T. wheeler
They call me for a verse or a duo
Everything I need is with my team though
Dodged a lot of ungrateful tea
Calling up to spill and disturb the peace
Let go of the ones who cooking up the beef
Keep the beef cooking to chef D
That's my dawg and he keeps it fresh
Little season mesh, salt from Dead Sea
He been through a lot with me
400 calls a day to make it here
Crossing boarders to get places we wanted to be
Onto bigger and better things now with C.B.G
Be In Our stunts to get past three
Shots that we took from outside like Kobe hitting the three
Basking on eggs that we throw in the sea
Just to prove that we could do it without paying the fee
Or hire some boochi to tell us how to be
Nobody can put they-selves in our shoes cause we was always wearing three
Yeah
Sometimes I feel like I'm being ignored
Text show delivered and out the door
Last thing I said was have a good life
Knew you was on a drive but thought you'd say more
I'm not expecting anything
Just reminiscing to the time we hit the Hermès store
You asked for the croc birkin bag
Then jumped in the G wagon parked out back
Made up for the times we'd lack
What a time that was
Now you can just think back
And lay back
Yeah
Two years on and I gotta relieve the dome
Remember singing over the rotary phone
Author of the story, like I'm pulling the hits out the stone
We close knit but I'm still feeling alone
Bunch of syndicates
Back when it was still a garage, FL, and the free drum kits
Been out trying to sell some tickets
Couldn't even hit the limit
Thought I'd see the digits, but only on stage for a minute
Went back to writing scripts in Linux
In between the lyrics, I was doing 24 hour fitness
Now I'm never in one place longer than 10 minutes
Unless I'm at the crib minding my own business
Mind was set for the playlist
All these hits they swear I had a hit-list
I'm putting the fear in this year
Gotta be thankful for the last year
So I can top the next year
Yeah
Writer: Omar Naji
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid