Stardust
Feels like I'm preaching to the choir
Cause all my niggas live the way I do
I'm showing color to a blind man
Cause ain't nobody wanna see the truth
Fuck it I gotta stay up on my shit
Cause could be second away
Moment of silence for the lost ones
For our salvation to the Lord I pray
To the Lord I pray
They can take yo life, they can take yo rights, but they'll never take yo soul
That's the kinda shit the pastor said when I was getting old
Hold up they can't take shit if you walk with the fucking pole
That's what hip-hop told me back when I was knocking on some doors
Wasn't my place to be needed some food to eat, rapping bout copping some jewelry.
Talking bout all the toolery when all I had on me was a switchblade
Looking like a sensei, W.Y.T.S was in the making
Shit was changing nigga
10 Hr days making five figures
Explicit labels was the stamp of approval and I'm tryna move some units
Everything that was I doing looked futile
School of hard knocks I need a tutor
But that's the way it goes
Tryna find my way to heaven
Feel like no ones knows
All I I know Is
If there's a god
Tell that bitch pick up the phone cause zephyrs just called that's called
Feels like I'm preaching to the choir cause all my niggas live the way I do
I'm showing color to a blind man cause ain't nobody wanna see the truth
Fuck it I gotta stay up on my shit cause could be second away
Cause all my niggas live the way I do
I'm showing color to a blind man
Cause ain't nobody wanna see the truth
Fuck it I gotta stay up on my shit
Cause could be second away
Moment of silence for the lost ones
For our salvation to the Lord I pray
To the Lord I pray
They can take yo life, they can take yo rights, but they'll never take yo soul
That's the kinda shit the pastor said when I was getting old
Hold up they can't take shit if you walk with the fucking pole
That's what hip-hop told me back when I was knocking on some doors
Wasn't my place to be needed some food to eat, rapping bout copping some jewelry.
Talking bout all the toolery when all I had on me was a switchblade
Looking like a sensei, W.Y.T.S was in the making
Shit was changing nigga
10 Hr days making five figures
Explicit labels was the stamp of approval and I'm tryna move some units
Everything that was I doing looked futile
School of hard knocks I need a tutor
But that's the way it goes
Tryna find my way to heaven
Feel like no ones knows
All I I know Is
If there's a god
Tell that bitch pick up the phone cause zephyrs just called that's called
Feels like I'm preaching to the choir cause all my niggas live the way I do
I'm showing color to a blind man cause ain't nobody wanna see the truth
Fuck it I gotta stay up on my shit cause could be second away
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Writer(s): Zephyr Dunbar
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