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Daniel Saad

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Tryna pick my flaws cuz I'm no perfect but
I'm watching from the surface like they broad, I'm doing devil's service
Denz versus Daniel, stayed away from hell
But I can feel the furnace
Been questioning myself 'bout my faith
And what is under my dermis
Talking to my God or keep it in my chest, this my sternness
I'm down on my knees, with these demons
I need to squeeze but they tamper with my feels
Bring the greed, they never wanna leave
And it seems, a part of me is fond of what they breed
Appraisal of my peers, add money with the greed
Attracted by the way I'm being seen.
Forgetting bout The Lord, unless he made of gold Jesus piece
Illusion got me caged and I guess
Maybe should be freed gotta rest
Delusion I be seeing thru the press
Many lies I read on the screens issa mess
I see between the lines a destiny to bleed
The new gen was created to mislead
With melody n rhymes, by elites
They watering they plants with them beats
Twenty plus songs but 50k units in a week
Or faking all they numbers with machines
They serving us the package, issa feast
The fate behind the schemes is surreal
So I follow God's path, I'll be blending intuitions
And I wanna make it last, just like Benz's adoration
So maybe I should fast? like the Copts for my salvation
Or live on Bridle Path next to Drake in my rotation

I need me lotta things though I'm thankful
And I been wishing for these numbers in my bankroll
Accounted with these thoughts, but I crave gold
Amounted with the green sauce, but I want more

Wondering what's next in my chapter
Take me to the 6ix and turn me into a pastor
Craziest ideas, I be ghosting em like Casper
But I met a girl there and she pitching me ideas
"Spoken words on stages" but I ask her
How could I even do it when there's words
I couldn't dare to speak in talking stages
Pages for my feels, but I been going places
I wish I really asked but she's busy with her major
But I vow to change the game, by starting in my city
Devoting all my power and my soul, I gotta make a milli
The cowards in they holes, so I'll crush'em with no pity
My foes are being mice so maybe call'em Mickey
Gotta make my dollars outta dimes
But many turn to dozens in no time
Collard greens and paper when I rhyme
I'm dreamin' even higher while I fly
Poetry from planes Imma use
I'm writing from the YUL
I let 'em check the tag for my value
I be worth a million jewels
My God-given tools, my God gave me fuse
Turning all the fools into musicians
Rappers in these news got weapons ammunitions
To live this life indeed is something I refuse

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