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wan gray - d.m.o.t. lyrics

[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 f-cking 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 f-cking 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 sh-t 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, n-body here’s famous
it comes to show we’re a family, n-body wants to hear noises
n-body 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 motherf-ckers 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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