D.M.O.T.
Wan Gray
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[Intro;] Ruff Raleigh Wan Gray I hear the haters talk I hear the brothers talk I hear the sisters talk I hear the world is lost Hope is the answer For your Carolina brother [Verse 1:] Unexpected, that’s who I am That’s what made me, all on gods hands Compromise, Produce, mix, master my own tools Anything to rap on beats, hungry for some fucking food Too many topics that I wanna to talk too I’m in between the old and the new school Still searching for myself, Steve Burns, Blues Clues Solve a lot of mysteries, don’t need a fucking crew Pushing myself to get something that I deserved Never been a coldest man, trigging not to snap again But I’m snapping on this beat, and I’m not thirsty yet Hungry to get recognition for my own shit and Open my books and jot to record, I got ideas, open that door Business savvy, music adore, write my emotions on record Dreams to be on world tour, dreams of selling at your stores The reason why I pick up the mic, get the f*ck out my family door (On god) [Hook:] What They Told me I gotta swag (swag) I’d rather be fresh to death, doing my own thing, oh please Eat, sleep, pray, then I rest and repeat (oh please) Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, then repeat (On God) What they told me, I should wear chains (chains) That’s what makes blacks, a whole slave again (ain’t no way) Eat, sleep, pray, then I rest and repeat Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again [Verse 2:] Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents Society makes you feel like, everything depends on your life Every brother sees a fate black lives matters to me Even when you’re outside there’s a beam on any feet Every sister gets raped, all alone on any street Even when you’re by yourself, you can too die any week I can’t sleep till I get a taste, I studied the industry and their games Be my own boss, I can pave my own way like Nipsey Ball for the Capital, Alex Ovechkin Eat beats for breakfast, lunch, and dinner that’s a hatrick Hard to make it inside Raleigh, nobody here’s famous It comes to show we’re a family, nobody wants to hear noises Nobody here Jams a tape, this stayed for people who want to sleep I realize that when I watched the fest, all we do is wanna rest Goals on my mind, my dreams are getting nervous I spent too much on making music for tastemakers purpose You motherfuckers should be proud for what I am Poole road taught me lessons, teach me a better kid Every brother wants a record, but the pace so fast Even if you’re in Carolina, the industry looking at big cities not us [Hook:]
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