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Wan Gray

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[Intro;]
Ruff Raleigh
Wan Gray
I hear the haters talk
I hear the brothers talk
I hear the sisters talk
I hear the world is lost
Hope is the answer
For your Carolina brother

[Verse 1:]
Unexpected, that’s who I am
That’s what made me, all on gods hands
Compromise, Produce, mix, master my own tools
Anything to rap on beats, hungry for some fucking food
Too many topics that I wanna to talk too
I’m in between the old and the new school
Still searching for myself, Steve Burns, Blues Clues
Solve a lot of mysteries, don’t need a fucking crew
Pushing myself to get something that I deserved
Never been a coldest man, trigging not to snap again
But I’m snapping on this beat, and I’m not thirsty yet
Hungry to get recognition for my own shit and
Open my books and jot to record, I got ideas, open that door
Business savvy, music adore, write my emotions on record
Dreams to be on world tour, dreams of selling at your stores
The reason why I pick up the mic, get the f*ck out my family door
(On god)

[Hook:]
What They Told me I gotta swag (swag)
I’d rather be fresh to death, doing my own thing, oh please
Eat, sleep, pray, then I rest and repeat (oh please)
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, then repeat (On God)
What they told me, I should wear chains (chains)
That’s what makes blacks, a whole slave again (ain’t no way)
Eat, sleep, pray, then I rest and repeat
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again

[Verse 2:]
Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents
Society makes you feel like, everything depends on your life
Every brother sees a fate black lives matters to me
Even when you’re outside there’s a beam on any feet
Every sister gets raped, all alone on any street
Even when you’re by yourself, you can too die any week
I can’t sleep till I get a taste, I studied the industry and their games
Be my own boss, I can pave my own way like Nipsey
Ball for the Capital, Alex Ovechkin
Eat beats for breakfast, lunch, and dinner that’s a hatrick
Hard to make it inside Raleigh, nobody here’s famous
It comes to show we’re a family, nobody wants to hear noises
Nobody here Jams a tape, this stayed for people who want to sleep
I realize that when I watched the fest, all we do is wanna rest
Goals on my mind, my dreams are getting nervous
I spent too much on making music for tastemakers purpose
You motherfuckers should be proud for what I am
Poole road taught me lessons, teach me a better kid
Every brother wants a record, but the pace so fast
Even if you’re in Carolina, the industry looking at big cities not us

[Hook:]

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