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Deandre m Williams
Deandre m Williams
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Lyrics

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
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