Peace (Freestyle) Video (MV)

I love the hate
Cause it makes me go harder then
All the f*cking groups
That wouldn't let me be apart of them
Now I got troops
And we moving like the army did
Dropped outta school
Had to give up on the partying
Now it's full-speed eyes up on the road
Got the peddle to the medal
Carmelo in the fourth
When the buzzer go off
Hit the three, show off
Unfortunate event, shoutout to count Olaf

When I'm in New York
Milly Rock Odell with it
Bars so hot
They be like, "Oh the hell with it"
The boy too nice
I got soul like the bottom of some new Nikes
Taking it to new heights
Chilling with the crew, boy I'm too live
For any of the f*ck shit
Hear my tunes bumping at the function
Oh is that JP? I love him
What the girls say
Then they friends try to f*ck him
Wow
Tryna to keep this shit PG
But it's X-rated when they see me
Game like Luigi
Controller in my hand play my life on the TV
Fly out to Japan do it weekly
That's the life I see me living
Eating good like it's thanksgiving
Feeling different from my old self
Back when I had low self-esteem
Now I feel like I could melt the trees
I'm so hot even tho I ain't got degrees
So stop it, please
If you comparing them to me
It's like comparing any other girl
In the world to Rihanna
They ain't even f*cking half as hot
I mean, I'm higher than an astronaut
And your ass is not
So pass the shot and take it to the face
Let's get drunker than an alcoholic
Girl, I never chase
Like the cops when you pulling over instead driving straight
But the funny thing is I turn my car on, pull away
Now I'm running like OJ
Going down the freeway
In the middle of LA
With my finger out the window
Screaming "F*ck twelve"
Like I hate Tom Brady
But he a good cop, I think I f*cked up maybe
And he calling in for backup
It's a pissed off statey
But I can't pull it over now f*ck it going crazy
Switching lanes
Car is drifting, because it's pouring f*cking rain
And I feel like I lost my f*cking brain
Then I awake
Shit, I think I got too drunk last night
Passed out on the couch
I f*cking crashed right into a guardrail
When I looked down at the gaslight
In that f*cking dream
Real-life, there's a flask right next to me
It's filled up with some Hennessy
I pour that shit down the drain
And go back to my tendencies
Of tryna make it out the f*cking bottom
So I can pop a bottle
And actually have that shit mean something
Like we celebrating
I'm at the club drunk and hella famous
You know it's always off top, I decapitate it
I want the number one spot and there's no debating
I'm the realest and you not
Boy it's because you fake it
I just live my f*cking life
Give a f*ck what you think
While you at a f*cking party
Throwing up in a sink
I'll be walking into Barney's
Copping everything I see
And you know I'm f*cking squad deep, money to the team
And I'm feeling f*cking awesome
Saint Laurent boost self-esteem
And it's funny that I'm popping
Often used to f*cking suck to be me
Losing money out in Boston, what it costed to succeed
Tryna book a trip to Cali
Staying balanced like a beam
Young JP on a mission for the green
But more important than that
To spread this f*cking message that I preach

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And that's peace