Wannabe

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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I hit the spliff once or twice to keep my mind awake
I look around and shit feel like it never change
I pray to God cause I know he bring the better days
Moms be looking at me
Pray her sons don't go astray
Pops said mention him in a song
I try to tell these folks, I just rap what come from the dome
No premeditated
I just lay my life on the lawn
It's a yard sale
Better shop quick before its gone
Cause this that shit right right
Open up your minds when I tell you we in God time
If you don't feel me now, I bet you will when the time flies

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, mmm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah we stand up high when the stakes high
But don't sit down low when it gets slow
It's a never ending fight if you don't know
I put real life in music
Mix it with that coke flow
Bet you can't get enough it
We in the times where my people had enough of it
Back home niggas down coming up from it
We take the pain and use it for ammo to comfort us
But once we let that bitch fly
It's gone be up to us
Yeah we already know what the problem is
We stuck up in our own hope
But once we put the work in, the faith will show

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, mmm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh