Yung Drippy - Searching For Peace Lyrics

All of my life I've been searching for peace
All of my life I've been driving around in a 012 Chevy just looking for Nike tech fleece
All of my life T been in the streets
All of my life I've been carrying niggas and winning these championships like Wade on the Heat
But I cannot trip, gotta stay on my feet
I cannot sell my soul to a label then try to come back to the hood like everything's sweet
And I ball hard like Fred Vanvleet
And I ball hard at the niggas at O'neil Park with a one-two cross and a step back three
One-two cross and step like this
I know you never seen bread like this
Watch out ball like Marqurse Chriss
New opp in the air get sent to abyss
Wait, 12 ain't never gon' blitz
I was in preschool, eating in my Ritz
Young bull couldn't hoop so he just had to sit
I stay in the gym, bitch, I'm never gon' quit
Like, every time Yung Drippy Dri walk up in the function the shit get lit
Why do you only call me when you want some money, you ungrateful bitch
Like, I always be in the stu cause I stay on the grind, bro, I'm tryna get rich
My number one goal in this life is to dribble the rock shootin' like Mitch
Have you ever been through trauma?
Danny said he was poppin' them Percocets cause he lost his mama
Bad bitch ride dick like a llama
For some reason I just keep fuckin' up these commas
I don't be on the internet much cause I don't really like the drama
Why you lookin' so thick in those pajamas, oh yeah
The way I live my life is c'est la vie
I need me a bitch like Rella Gz
Spanish mami told her, ven aquí
I think we up right now, it's ten to three
I remember this one bad bitch named Melany
Bro got hit with seven felonies
You say I'm broke, then what you tellin' me
I'm stackin' all this green like celery
Like, I really fuck with this beat but I don't like the melody
Just wait, I'm in the field makin' plays and I'm kickin' penalties
I cut a fake nigga off cause he showed me jealousy
All of this blood that I seen fucked me up mentally
But it still ain't break me down
All these hating ass niggas, they clowns
When I dive in that water, I hope I don't drown
I'm step up to the plate but I can't see the mound
Uh, bitch, don't come with the sound
Most of my dogs got locked in the pound
Wipe your eyes, baby, please don't frown
I'm so high like I'm up in the clouds
I think the backwoods smoke kinda fucked me up now I can't feel a thing
If I see a opp on live and I don't know where they at, I'ma search it on Bing
Bro trying to play JV, told him, keep on workin', you might as well swing
I feel like Iron way back in them good old days when they call me the king
But I ain't no king
I ain't a star
But I'ma go far
Off two bars
I'm on Mars

All of my life I've been searching for peace
All of my life I've been driving around in a 012 Chevy just looking for Nike tech fleece
All of my life T been in the streets
All of my life I've been carrying niggas and winning these championships like Wade on the Heat
But I cannot trip, gotta stay on my feet
I cannot sell my soul to a label then try to come back to the hood like everything's sweet
And I ball hard like Fred Vanvleet
And I ball hard at the niggas at O'neil Park with a one-two cross and a step back three
One-two cross and step like this
I know you never seen bread like this
Watch out ball like Marqurse Chriss
New opp in the air get sent to abyss
Wait, 12 ain't never gon' blitz
I was in preschool, eating in my Ritz
Young bull couldn't hoop so he just had to sit
I stay in the gym, bitch, I'm never gon' quit
Like, every time Yung Drippy Dri walk up in the function the shit get lit
Why do you only call me when you want some money, you ungrateful bitch
Like, I always be in the stu cause I stay on the grind, bro, I'm tryna get rich
My number one goal in this life is to dribble the rock shootin' like Mitch
Have you ever been through trauma?
Danny said he was poppin' them Percocets cause he lost his mama
Bad bitch ride dick like a llama
For some reason I just keep fuckin' up these commas
I don't be on the internet much cause I don't really like the drama
Why you lookin' so thick in those pajamas, oh yeah
The way I live my life is c'est la vie
I need me a bitch like Rella Gz
Spanish mami told her, ven aquí
I think we up right now, it's ten to three
I remember this one bad bitch named Melany
Bro got hit with seven felonies
You say I'm broke, then what you tellin' me
I'm stackin' all this green like celery
Like, I really fuck with this beat but I don't like the melody
Just wait, I'm in the field makin' plays and I'm kickin' penalties
I cut a fake nigga off cause he showed me jealousy
All of this blood that I seen fucked me up mentally
But it still ain't break me down
All these hating ass niggas, they clowns
When I dive in that water, I hope I don't drown
I'm step up to the plate but I can't see the mound
Uh, bitch, don't come with the sound
Most of my dogs got locked in the pound
Wipe your eyes, baby, please don't frown
I'm so high like I'm up in the clouds
I think the backwoods smoke kinda fucked me up now I can't feel a thing
If I see a opp on live and I don't know where they at, I'ma search it on Bing
Bro trying to play JV, told him, keep on workin', you might as well swing
I feel like Iron way back in them good old days when they call me the king
But I ain't no king
I ain't a star
But I'ma go far
Off two bars
I'm on Mars