Meditate

Smokin this strong just to meditate
Pray every night that I get a wraith
Money and guns all in my safe
Squeeze the trigga don't hesitate
Ain't bout no paper I ain't in the mood
I died before ain't got shit to prove Born winner how can I lose
Need a chemist for all this dog food

The snakes in the grass made me heartless
I took it to trial beat them charges Riding in spaceships wit martians
These diamonds make me a target The devil made me a offer
Eternal life with no coffin
Make the wrong move imma off him
Close range with the 9 I'm flawless My circle surrounded by bosses
My killers approach em wit caution No drank in my system I'm nauseous
No percs in my system I'm nauseous Pain on my spine I need morphine
You ever cooked cracc for a dope fiend
You ever supplied & fed yo whole team
And still accomplish all yo dreams
All this drip on me I'm saucin
Got a bacc in when I'm parking Shoot first ain't no talkin
Dump em where fishes and sharks swim
Buy all the work own the market Window shopping call that stalkin
V-Lone wit da mag I'm a marksman Paint yo whole body a artist
That Draco made me retarted
We ended the beef we ain't start it The giants always fall the hardest
Sniper rifle shoot the farthest
The softest always bark loudest Never forget when I was starving
I ate the apple in the garden
The same nigga from the projects

Smokin this strong just to meditate
Pray every night that I get a wraith
Money and guns all in my safe
Squeeze the trigga don't hesitate
Ain't bout no paper I ain't in the mood
I died before ain't got shit to prove Born winner how can I lose
Need a chemist for all this dog food

Pyrex in the pot watch my wrist work
Rollee frost bit got my wrist hurt Grandma upset cause I missed church
Rather shoot first than get hit first
Rather get money being broke a curse
Disrespect me yo future car a hearse You niggas selling dreams I'm selling work
I know real life goons all they do is lurk
I don't trust shit but the calculator Before I pay for pussy
I masterbated Got shot 5 times thank god I made it
Know some real niggas locced away in cages
Feel good to win when u born to lose
Sold dog food so I could buy jewels Throw gang signs like I'm in high school
Eating Thai food with my tycoons
Rob niggas who rob niggas
Don't lose ya life over pride nigga
Front line never hide nigga
Like van doors I'll slide nigga
Can't wait to get rich, exotic cars and private jets
Move my niggas out the slums
Plate full from eating crumbs
Have u chasing yo lungs
Handhelds that come wit drums
Live my life on the run all day collecting funds
A thousand 8 grams
Got it out the mud no credit card scams
Doors open like lambs
Do it for the mob don't do it for the gram

Smokin this strong just to meditate
Pray every night that I get a wraith
Money and guns all in my safe
Squeeze the trigga don't hesitate
Ain't bout no paper I ain't in the mood
I died before ain't got shit to prove Born winner how can I lose
Need a chemist for all this dog food



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Writer(s): Mose Howard Iii
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