Mudi Watuh (feat. Donny Domino)
You see you, put that pen to paper
Turn the paper back to capital
Shy young lad, but when I speak
I speak in factuals
Keep a bonnet on
Real playas rock a natural
Gotta stay humble when your grind up, is gradual
Got some local push, but my dreams are international
Goin up & up, increase ya vert we don't go lateral
Some fall along the way, call it out collateral
Count ya days, ya this life is mathematical
At 11, lil Devin's worldview was hella tainted
16 at war, him & death got real acquainted
Around 20, is when you see the talent wasted
And what was once loved all of a sudden is now hated
Some views are outdated
But we stuck in these scenarios
Tribe is on its quest, ain't no resting till our burials
Mute me on yo timeline, you gon hear me through ya stereo
Peaching good words, my verses flowing like the parables
Ran away from God but I run back for repentance
They been found us guilty we just waiting for the sentence
No belief in yaself well that's a bad religion
Learn to take what is yours, when nothing else is given
(Talking)
The heart and the mind are often bonded by the crossroads
When they intersect your direction becomes less clear
So now you got a choice to make
Travel straight or take a turn into the unknown
But really it's all up to you. So what do you choose?
Turn the paper back to capital
Shy young lad, but when I speak
I speak in factuals
Keep a bonnet on
Real playas rock a natural
Gotta stay humble when your grind up, is gradual
Got some local push, but my dreams are international
Goin up & up, increase ya vert we don't go lateral
Some fall along the way, call it out collateral
Count ya days, ya this life is mathematical
At 11, lil Devin's worldview was hella tainted
16 at war, him & death got real acquainted
Around 20, is when you see the talent wasted
And what was once loved all of a sudden is now hated
Some views are outdated
But we stuck in these scenarios
Tribe is on its quest, ain't no resting till our burials
Mute me on yo timeline, you gon hear me through ya stereo
Peaching good words, my verses flowing like the parables
Ran away from God but I run back for repentance
They been found us guilty we just waiting for the sentence
No belief in yaself well that's a bad religion
Learn to take what is yours, when nothing else is given
(Talking)
The heart and the mind are often bonded by the crossroads
When they intersect your direction becomes less clear
So now you got a choice to make
Travel straight or take a turn into the unknown
But really it's all up to you. So what do you choose?
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Parhms
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