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God don't make no mistakes
We still here

I'm still wishing onna star
Grinding in the field
I ain't never missed a start
I rather sit before I starve
Trap was track and field
But don't get caught wit the Paton
Pouring clic for the ones who since have gone
That left me questioning my faith
The King James or the Quran
I keep my head to the clouds
In case my pop can hear my songs
My mova raised a don
But it was the streets who wrote my wrongs
So if it's smoke, bring it on
Ain't no pressure Nigga
Them l's, sharpen my sword
Just got me better Nigga
I just pulled up to the show
Like I'm the header
Double R, under the stars
Two broads, who wouldn't get far
Bar for bar, my city's Nas
Just a bit more hands on
Could see my time coming (Picture perfect)
Ain't even need no flash on
Last on and still I passed the plate
When niggas said fuck rap
I was old faithful around the way
Every play, everya place
I was front center
Jeff Saturday in the trey
Was was taught coming up
Put inna they fuckin face
Can't even blame my young niggas
Fuck it
Have ya way
Cause ain't no tomorrow
So... we living for today!

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Writer(s): Wallace Fendell
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