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Deandre m Williams
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Took control of disaster, mastered lessons from masters
Crafted my life baccwards so each step I can live like it's my last
Smoke blunts toll my third eye burn from the gas
Only plotting uphill, I only struggle for the cash
I ain't bumbling with fools, that's just a scene of the past
Turned my coat on no nigga, loyalty till I crash
Wake up resurrected as the realist in fact
Too many niggas wanting the same thing, the same cars and rings
The same bling but nigga I live different
Yeah I want the fame, but what I gotta do to get it
Beware of the snakes who refuse to give specifics
End up over ya head under water with the fishes
Even in my district, on my certified crippin
Never call me stupid cause my lyrics too prolific
Stunting is a habit for the niggas who don't have it
Opportunity is only yours when you grab it
Cold plays turn hot days so tragic
Cold steel melts hot wheels in traffic
Bold still, hold still
Quit with all that cappin
We don't believe a single word you speaking when you rappin
Catch me on my own, and still feel a bigger presence
You on cloud nine, I just came from eleven
You only know hell well I can show you heaven from the gutter to the gates
Where your bodies laid to rest in
Nigga find peace
Or pieces what you left in
Only cold hearts can survive without a weapon
Step into the thunder dome and fight for what you reppin
You can get shot for not answering the question
Nigga find peace
Count up all your blessings
Quit with all the negatives, we'll get it in a second
And if take a minute, we ain't built for all that sweating
Never take a loss, keep it pushing as a lesson
Smoke to keep my mind on a level you can't Fucc with
Only show love, never settle with those crushes
If you got to carry worC like those greyhound busses
Just remember you are free as far as niggas you put trust in
It could be the same niggas you went out and bust with
Hit a couple liccs for a bucc when you had nothing
Late night rides on the side you carry beef with
Still rat you out for a plea and a cheese sticc
Know the route you leading, follow only knowledge
You can be educated and never go to college
You can be a stand up citizen and still lawless, all you need is peace, so I'm screaming like a prophet
Writer(s): Deandre Williams
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