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Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day
Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day
Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day
Fuck whatever they say, suckers hate, well let them hate
Okay, shake that ass, ho, you don’t want to blow your chance
I don’t wanna kiss or hug, I ain’t tryin' hold your hand
People staring at me, looking puzzled, they don’t know this dance
I’m just getting wavy, meditating in a lotus stance
I don’t need to make mo enemies, but it keeps on happening
What am I to do with all this energy?
They say I’m sick as fuck, the haters tryin to find a remedy (hmm)
They love to hate a nigga, guess they think the hate is killing me (no)
I’m kamikaze, the flyest and I don’t fear wreck
Cause they coming up out of the wood work, maybe I’m about to clear cheques
One billion e-mails, I’m a slacker so I don’t near check
Somebody told me they’ll sit through anybody to hear Tech
You know what, maybe you right, but I might go psycho tonight
I’m an animal and I bite, and my 9 to 5 is alright
We independent, it feels like the shit is major
I’m ready for all the hatred they about to spit at a stranger
Struggling for a better day, with the money, we some go getters
Middle of the map, made it out the jungle, we’re some go-rillas
Y’all niggas all washed up, warmin up that bench and getting no scrilla
I’m ready on the mound, feel like I’m bout to pitch a no hitter
When I wrote this back in November I was grinding to get my own dinner
Focusing on my earth fire and air to keep my soul centered
Not a pain to my bone benders, under the study of no mentor
Feeling the fire from my own embers, keeping me out of the cold winter
Bitches coming for the gold member, chopping them off here we go, timber
Levitating through the Midi, I harnest they energy, rap with no filter
My aura glow when I got that gold but I want that dough next
Fuck R n R, all I want is T and A and plus some mo checks.
I’m a profession to progress, I’mma live knee deep in the process
You know ces got that dope text and them hot bars we come correct
I don’t throw sets, I grow press, trying to live my life with no stress
My mind clear but my hands dirty, I grind daily, I’m focused
I got my chips up, tucked away, cutting cake, stacking bread
If it weren’t my mental state, the hustle made it happen then
Motor mouths chattering, I don’t hear a word they said
If they’re hating, let them hate, call that hate encouragement
They don’t put food on my plate, they don’t pay for nourishments
So I can’t
Worry about what they say, I wonder why they worry then
Bout I have been making moves where I’m about to take it, too
They ain’t putting no faith in me, that’s why I put my faith in truth
Stated truth, shoot them straight, drop-in bags, losing weight
Lining up all my chakras so that my body rejuvenate
Allow me to elucidate, energy flow illuminate
All the bats surrounding me, that’s how w-we communicate
That’s true, hates a human trait, scream at me and my mood will change
To believe these illusions making my dreaming shift to illucid state
I meditate, leaning back, beating me so I beat them back
See the future, I see the past, meet the truth and my people clash