777
MashBeatz
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Yeah let it go and let God handle the rest The deeper it gets I'm finding it harder to hold my breath Stumbling in quick sand running out of escape plans Wish I could just see God in the flesh Reach for his hand to lift me out of this mess I'm uninspired and my family adding up to the stress I'm exhausted from unravelling the secrets they kept Feel like I'm forcing myself to endure the feelings they felt Feel like I'm going through hell From the firmament I feel like I fell Would you still believe in me if I fail Would you still remain yourself if I end up doing well Would you depend on my wealth Would you still be confident enough to ask for some help Casual trips in and out of the West my momma's address Me and that place got a special connection Even though it ain't the same for my parents That place is where my rap dreams manifested nevertheless It's been difficult keeping up since I left Another day another story to tell Another death another nigga in jail Yeah another death another nigga in jail Two one two Another death another nigga in jail yeah Pay homage everything is for sale Yeah since a kid I always knew music was paramount Never minding school told my dad after this I'm heading out Our neighborhood always been blessed they in the golden era About to build a bridge between West Side and International Most of my first ever recorded songs were with the same Niggas that I'm with at the back of my crib doing shit Word is bond it cut deep I use it as my weapon Yeah thanking the Lord my vocal my major blessing Two one two Yo' hold on man lemme go in Yeah and the Grammy award goes to The young and hopeful nigga from the west Who made sure his words are soulful Speak from the heart and speak true Emerge from the dark and just light up every room That you walk in always leave them talking It don't matter what they say cause They can love you now and then hate you the next day Figure that shit out and then come back the best way More tunes for the haters cause music is the persuasion Yeah we got weed for the elevation Call my momma tell her I made it Yeah we got weed for the elevation Call my momma tell her I made it Rigging all on the pain that l have sold Pain that l have sold Two one two
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Written by: Kutlwano Moima
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