[Letra de "$peaking"]

[Verso 1]
Don't know what it is and I really wanna know
Don't know what it is and I really wanna know
Don't know what it is and I really wanna know
Bitch, let me cough about, living on my-, on my home
Don't wanna groove over this mysterious seas
Just wanna breed all of my boxy beliefs
Just wanna be happy with the way I finna be
So fuck your changes, I won't do it
Shut the fuck, you don't know what I do
Arrogant piece of shit, do something useful and finish school

[Estribillo]
Try to speak some knowledge to these bitches
But they won't listen
Try to speak some knowledge to these bitches
But they won't listen

[Verso 2]
Quiet hatin', on after hours, what you stickin' through the kitchen? Baby girl, wake up (Wake up, wake up; baby girl)
Least I wanna do is disrespect
But the Bhavi blockin' any path to the success (Okey)
I can see that you're lost
No deal what is coming next
Monday you've screaming "fuck you" to your ex and sending a text (Yeah, yeah)
Baby girl, meditate, oh
Meditate, oh (Oh, oh; meditate, meditate)
[Estribillo]
Try to speak some knowledge to these bitches, bitches
But they won't listen, yeah (Yeah)
Try to speak some knowledge to these—
Try to speak some knowledge to these—
Try to speak some knowledge to these—

[Verso 3]
Be-Be-Be-Be-Better quit complain, shit
Better quit complain, shit, oh
Better quit complain
Better quit complain, checkin' on my cheques
Need a baby's mama, piece of far foreign (True)
Throw, this dry
Just like my pocket, fuck it, I'm gone make my own way into gaining, yeah
Work so hard, fit my shit into some payments
Work so hard, fit my shit into some payments
Growing up my tall three with my laundries
Bought a present, future, now every option is gone
Question 'bout where I'm from since the second I was born
Every answer they've guessin' I just say they got it wrong, ha
Get it? Get it?
Got a touch of weed foreign stuck up in my ass
And I'm beggin' for a minute to finish my favorite gra—
Unfinished is killing slowly my soul
Feelin' like negativity it's trynna make me descontrol
But I can save it for anything I consider love
Talkin' 'bout ide-ideals or what's my personality
That shit got the capacity get me instant insanity
So easy, bad on me, look
Wanna lay back in the back of a Maybach
Or the backpack for the fat racks, now got plat
Bitch, please, go arrange that
Try to-, try to-, try to comprehend happiness
Matching luxury don't make any type of sense
So I needed chase my paper just to spread their message of negativy that I reserve
[Estribillo]
Try to speak some knowledge to these bitches
But they won't listen, no
Try to speak some knowledge to these bitches
But they won't listen, no

[Post-Estribillo]
Why is it so hard to try the intention to try?
Why is it so hard to try the intention to try?

[Estribillo]
Try to speak some knowledge to these bitches
But they won't listen, no
Try to speak some knowledge to these bitches
But they won't listen, no

[Post-Estribillo]
Why is it so hard to try the intention to try?
Why is it so hard to try the intention to try?