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Untitled song 5
by Donte Millz
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Nah he ain't turning his back he too dedicated to this craft
It's something he ain't never had
Passion came from eating paper
Off the bags for dinner
You laughing he wasn't at the time
Now he is cause it made him a winner thou still a beginner
Don't get it twisted I'll rip ya
Then cook ya for dinner
Pass the chicken haven't put that on my plate yet
I hate working where I don't want for a paycheck
I hate when they say life isn't fair
Just be okay with that nah
Or else you'll be fighting with life
How so when it is what you make it
I want it with women naked
Next to me when I'm awaken
I'm better alone you know for concentration
Been alone for so long when others around I feel too anxious
Cold flows even tho it's hot tho grab you a blanket
You got some dreams I think that you should chase them
Forget what anybody is saying
Nah he ain't turning his back he too dedicated to this craft
It's something he ain't never had
Passion came from eating paper
Off the bags for dinner
You laughing he wasn't at the time
Now he is cause it made him a winner thou still a beginner
Don't get it twisted I'll rip ya
Huh, my future wife prolly making dinner I put the thriller in Mandela
I love dissing niggas issa passion
Eat the pussy then I use her thigh for a napkin
Two young niggas started rapping
Now we dripped in the latest fashion
I remember them pointing and laughing
Now they looking up to us it's so tragic
Donte let me get em eating all this beats
I'm a mother fucking spitter stone cold killer
Nah he ain't turning his back he too dedicated to this craft
It's something he ain't never had
Passion came from eating paper
Off the bags for dinner
You laughing he wasn't at the time
Now he is cause it made him a winner thou still a beginner
Don't get it twisted I'll rip ya
Then cook ya for dinner
Pass the chicken haven't put that on my plate yet
I hate working where I don't want for a paycheck
I hate when they say life isn't fair
Just be okay with that nah
Or else you'll be fighting with life
How so when it is what you make it
I want it with women naked
Next to me when I'm awaken
I'm better alone you know for concentration
Been alone for so long when others around I feel too anxious
Cold flows even tho it's hot tho grab you a blanket
You got some dreams I think that you should chase them
Forget what anybody is saying
Nah he ain't turning his back he too dedicated to this craft
It's something he ain't never had
Passion came from eating paper
Off the bags for dinner
You laughing he wasn't at the time
Now he is cause it made him a winner thou still a beginner
Don't get it twisted I'll rip ya
Huh, my future wife prolly making dinner I put the thriller in Mandela
I love dissing niggas issa passion
Eat the pussy then I use her thigh for a napkin
Two young niggas started rapping
Now we dripped in the latest fashion
I remember them pointing and laughing
Now they looking up to us it's so tragic
Donte let me get em eating all this beats
I'm a mother fucking spitter stone cold killer
