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dj mykael v & 1995 - the writers guild lyrics

[intro: dj mykael v & parris chariz]
look how far god done brought us (sl!ck)
and y’all think i’ma look back?
we done worked too hard for this ()
god always

[verse 1: parris chariz]
woke up on a monday, got busy, i had to eat
heaven waitin’ on me, i’m tryin’ too hard to breathe
it was only right i had to fight to live a dream
make it to see my junior or die bein’ a king
my brother is on my shoulders, i point ’em to where the food at
compared to many rappers, i had to go get the truth back
could never say i’m nothin’, i gave my baby a new bag
let me talk, this the writers guild, it ain’t a script read
you should think about your words, just not your lip speed (exactly)
gainin’ from me, this the top shot (hold on)
i ain’t even choose to be this smart, it just dropped out
crеflo water, i need a jetski for thesе expeditions (what else?)
if you wanna get the best sl!ck wave i need an extra million
come and talk ’cause we got extra game, overtime
if it’s urgent for you then just press the nine
tom cruisin’ in the fusion, they sayin’ that this impossible
satan’s angels wasn’t optional (right)
man, how you don’t drink pop but sold lots of coke?
and how you gon’ give top but won’t speak hope?
d+mn, what a time
another year inside this h+ll gon’ be a homicide
i’ve been prayin’ through all my anger like it’s ramadan
and started writin’ just to pass the time, god
[interlude]
there’s a saying, when the devil ignores you then you know you’re doin’ somethin’ wrong
conversely when the devil comes at you, maybe it’s because you’re tryna do something right

[verse 2: parris chariz]
my momma moved me out the hood before could ever broker my life away (yeah)
i prayed for life today (right)
you got two cellphones, i called you twice today (h+llo?)
i’m thinkin’ ’bout rollin’ the dice
you talkin’ that sugar and spice
ah, but i’m too seasoned
can’t play them game no more, i grew up with a few demons
why we harder than them? i can think of a few reasons (one or two)
you take the stage, i’m with the shooters in the pew preachin’
pack it, i’m tryna smoke the meat
they really only call me the wave ’cause what i wrote was deep
please, let me surf in peace
i’m tryna be comfortable like the huxtables
i lean back like bill when they was cuffin’ him
d+mn, what a time
another year inside this jail gon’ be a homicide
i’ve been prayin’ through all my anger that i’m keepin’ inside
the writers guild, p+m+c, and god (yeah)

- dj mykael v 1995 lyrics

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