Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Turning a blunt to ash like a phoenix
Weed in the bag deleted
Whenever I feel defeated
Feelin' like a gash that keeps bleedin'
(Keeps bleedin') but even a cut will glisten
When the incision is healing
Don't even know why I rap
I know y'all don't get the meaning
Even though I'm broke
I know you see me shinin' like
You starin' at the sun
See me loaded like you starin' down a gun
The whole world sticking to cash like
A piece of fucking gum
Hell is where I'm from
Well I'm- Well I'm here to
Pop bubbles and bum
Got, got, got bags full of skunk
All I gotta do is sell 'em
And I'm fuckin' done uh, uh

Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace

See I never look sober just looked over
How do you kill a rat? Turn to a cobra
Got no love for a plaintiff
Sold my soul to Satan
Purple always on me like I
Was drafted by the Ravens
Got them drugs in my eyes
Homicide on my mind
Grim Reaper of my time with
The nine on my side no need for a shooter
So make no mistake
You lookin' death in the face
When you play with my cake
You know the blunts stay lit
Junkies steady robbin'
Let the blade get to work
If we got a fucking problem
Hoes steady jockin' haters steady knockin'
That's how life's been ever since
We got it poppin'

Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace

See this world fucked up
But I ain't ready to leave yet
Cash on my mind
At this point I don't need shit
Smoking all the time, mane
I swear it relieve stress
Attitude, opinions, mane
I swear you can keep it
Grind all day so I don't struggle tomorrow
Hustle every day so I ain't
Stuck in the sorrow
I still spring for the cash
While you're playing catch-up
Let's see how many niggas switch
When the money come up for real, hustle

Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace
Close your eyes, to see what it really means
Effortless hands to hold on to peace

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, John Crawford, Scott Arcenaux