Lyrics Tell Em No (Searching For Peace) - LRN Nola

Uh yeah
I been okay on my own
Know some shit won't be the same ye
That's the one right there
Ye huh
I been okay on my own
Know some shit won't be the same
Bitches pulling out they phones
Gotta send 'em bout they day
I been calling on your name
I still hope that you okay
Yeah you know how I'm coming
It don't matter if it's storming
You know I'm getting paid
They do it for views
I'm on the views searching for peace
I'm always on my toes
Just tell 'em no
And you gone watch 'em leave
I start playing in that snow
Son I put bitches on they knees
Why the police tell me freeze
How much colder can I be

I just barely touched my peak
And I been cool without a boo
These niggas playing hide and seek
Tell your brother I got him too
Bitches making my heart bleed
Now I gotta do that shit to dude
Why you praying for me to fall
Now I gotta take you down with ease
Now I gotta really lose my cool
I gotta do this shit for me
I was trying to give to you
But you been taking shit from me
I been trying to show you the right way to get this shit
And not the streets
But you wouldn't listen to me
And now you six feet deep
And I'll put a Nigga six feet under
Do it for my mama
Ima hunter I make niggas run I turned 'em to a runner
Put niggas under
You wouldn't real I shoulda knew it wouldn't no wonder
That bitch left when it was thunder
I got rich now I ain't stunting her
And I lied to your honor
And I'll do it again
And I put it all on the line for you and I'll do it again
Ima real nigga
That's them real niggas show up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Say I gotta do this shit for me
I already did this shit for y'all
All them bullets going off
I took that blicky out my drawls
And I saw you running off
You was ducking behind a car
And I was standing in the middle of war
Bitch I was looking for you dawg damn

I been okay on my own
Know some shit won't be the same
Bitches pulling out they phones
Gotta send 'em bout they day
I been calling on your name
I still hope that you okay
Yeah you know how I'm coming
It don't matter if it's storming
You know I'm getting paid
They do it for views
I'm on the views searching for peace
I'm always on my toes
Just tell 'em no
And you gone watch 'em leave
I start playing in that snow
Son I put bitches on they knees
Why the police tell me freeze
How much colder can I be

I front my potna 'bout three bags
And that was when my mama was finna die
I ain't even know but I looked him in his eyes
Could tell he was lying
Nigga say he had got robbed
So I'm saying let's go plot
He saying nawl dawg just chill
And niggas ain't even gotta die
Niggas ain't even gotta spin
We ain't even gotta do that shit that's a sin
I know we gone get it back again
And I trust him he was my friend
And that's one time I knew a Nigga was a snake in front my face
Probably give a nigga or bitch the gun
That'll send me to the maker

Ye
Huh
I been okay on my own
Know some shit won't be the same
Bitches pulling out they phones
Gotta send 'em bout they day
I been calling on your name
I still hope that you okay
Yeah you know how I'm coming
It don't matter if it's storming
You know I'm getting paid
They do it for views
I'm on the views searching for peace
I'm always on my toes
Just tell 'em no
And you gone watch 'em leave
I start playing in that snow
Son I put bitches on they knees
Why the police tell me freeze
How much colder can I be
I been okay on my own
Know some shit won't be the same
Bitches pulling out they phones
Gotta send 'em bout they day
I been calling on your name
I still hope that you okay
Yeah you know how I'm coming
It don't matter if it's storming
You know I'm getting paid
They do it for views
I'm on the views searching for peace
I'm always on my toes
Just tell 'em no
And you gone watch 'em leave
I start playing in that snow
Son I put bitches on they knees
Why the police tell me freeze
How much colder can I be