| Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
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| Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
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| Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
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| Fuck whatever they say, suckers hate, well let them hate.
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| Okay, shake that ass, ho, you don’t want to blow your chance.
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| I don’t wanna kiss or hug, I ain’t tryin' hold your hand.
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| People staring at me, looking puzzled, they don’t know this dance,
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| I’m just getting wavy, meditating in a lotus stance.
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| I don’t need to make mo enemies, but it keeps on happening,
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| What am I to do with all this energy?
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| They say I’m sick as fuck, the haters tryin to find a remedy,
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| They love to hate a nigger, guess they think the haters killing me.
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| I’m kamikaze, the flyiest and I don’t fear it,
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| If they coming up out of the wood work, maybe I’m about to clear checks.
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| One billion e-mails, I’m a slacker so I don’t near check,
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| Somebody told me they’ll sit through anybody to hear tech.
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| You know what, maybe you right, but I might get psycho tonight
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| I’m an animal and I bite, am I 9 to 5 it’s alright.
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| We independent, it feels like the shit is major,
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| I’m ready for all the hatred they about to spit at a stranger.
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| Struggling for a better day, with the money, we some go getters
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| Middle of the map, made it out the jungle, we’re some gold realas.
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| Y’all niggers all washed up, warmin up that bench and getting no scrilla,
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| I’m ready on the mountains, feels like I’m about to picture no head up.
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| When I wrote this back in November I was grinding to get my own dinner
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| Focusing on my earth fire and air to keep my soul centered.
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| Not a pain to my bone benders, under the study of no mentor,
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| Feeling the fire from my own embers, keeping me out of the cold winter.
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| Bitches coming for the gold, members chopping them off with the go, timber.
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| Levitating through the Midi, I harnest they energy, rap with no filter.
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| My aura glow when I got that gold but I want that dough next
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| Fuck R n R, all I want is T and A and plus some mo checks.
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| I’m a profession to progress, I’mma live knee deep in the process,
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| You know ces got that cope text and them hot bars we come so ripped.
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| I don’t throw sets, I grow press, trying to live my life with no stress,
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| My mind clear but my hands dirty, I grind daily, Im focused.
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| I got my chips up, tucked away, cutting cake, stacking bread,
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| If it weren’t my mental state, the hustle made it happen then.
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| All the mouse chattering, I don’t hear a word they said
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| If they’re hating, let them hate. |
| Call that hate encouragement.
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| They don’t put food on my plate, they don’t pay for nourishments,
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| So I can’t worry about what they say, I wounder why they worry then.
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| Bout I have been making moves where I’m about to take it, too
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| They putting no faith in me, that’s why I put my faith in truth.
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| Stated truth, shoot them straight, drop-in bags, losing weight,
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| Lining up all my chakras so that my body rejuvenate.
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| Allow me to elucidate energy flow illuminate
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| All about that surrounding me, that’s how w-we communicate.
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| That’s true, hates in human tray, scream at me and my mood will change,
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| To believe these illusions making my dreaming shift to illucid state
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| I meditate, leaning back, beating me so I’m beating back.
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| See the future, I see the past, meet the truth and my people plashed. |