Lyrics
bless the world and throw peace upon it
i hold the globe in my palm, i micromanage
ciej, i spit the mother f*** ing fire on it
these rapper dime a dozen
my rappin doin what they couldnt
they shouldnt, theyre doin, it doesnt
i make this track they go and bump it
anything you on, stay on it
ciej, i drink my vodka straight, no clubbin
no ice in the cup somedays my thoughts in a blunt, im puffin
im zoning out, im strugglin
this track is for the hustlas
running the blocks like soldiers in the street at night
dont give up our dreams, we trying
reflecting on life, we dying
moving at light speed we stay flight we flying
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we dreaming the same dreams our dreams are dreaming
can we please achieve them
these tree of life themes we see em
sty away from demons
and lifes a b*** excuse me if ima have to spank her panties
spank her ass on the way out of this life to heaven or hell im headed
but im still keepin it real, keepin it chill
any lake i walk is frozen
respect for my friends and my family they seen realness
recognizing im chosen
the devil distracting your goals you setted
a whole universe created and collapsed in a second
second verse my eyes must be the reflection of he sons of adam
stepping out of the garden if its the devils attempts on my life
he cant have it
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these days it seems every rapper claim he got a gun
every rapper claim they hood a ghetto shame of politics its just another slum
everybody roll with killaz
everybody ear bandanas
reppin their colours like flags its all for freedom
i see it clear like lysterine, stay fresh when im speaking
spit it ame way LCG don did it
rap is a cycle, all raps recycled
crack for people ears, and people buggin
reflections of everyday strugglin
whatever hustle you facing, just keep your head up
motherf*** er you can make it!