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Donovan Gary
Donovan Gary
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Logan Miller
Logan Miller
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Carlton Battz
Carlton Battz
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Don ready stay ready yeah Mr. Young greatness yeah yeah Heavenly poetry Devil ain't stoping nothing just annoying me My team nice, I don't know why they still ignoring me That's why hop on beats and treat some heat like it's some toiletry Ironically I wrote this verse right from my toilet seat Im guess that's where God been here anointing me All of my failure is open doors to me God been holding me up And the spirit give me bouncy Look, I got to get my mind cleared Men live life and never understand the fear My life is like a rainbow the end is never near But only when the lights right will I ever reappear I ain't gotta tell em' we on Just gotta lead em' along A lot of young greats wit no guidance On phones and alone Cost is to great to be stepping out Got to feed em' at home It's either me or a girls shirtless or twerking to they favorite song for real And they just try to get a clear view My olds gone but I'm still looking in the rearview I grasp fast that my past crashed I tried to brush it off but it still hurt my like a rear tooth Catch that metaphor you'll realize that i learned something Them scripts hit I got the power to discern something Man they wanting me to snap Kevin Ware Olivia Pope flow I ain't never unprepared so yeah Yeah, I ain't never unprepared yeah Cause I stay ready you know Look, I'm on a heavenly rampage Don't need fan page Don't need a round of applause My team still destined for the top like it's mayonnaise It don't matter if we in between a rock and a hard place Promise we cut for this and no I don't need no bandaids Cause imma' let my heart bleed Praying and picking the devils lock like I'm a car theft Hop in the passenger, tossing Jesus the car keys He gonna take the will put it in sport without the Cardi Im just tryna' go where no one goes like it's Hardee's I'm just tryna' fish for all the souls even the sardines Most of these rappers fake and they play like they some barbies One day he gonna call the class into session ain't no tardies So I gotta give em' my best Then I'ma give em' the rest Been in the lab like Dex a animal But in the end they gone call me a vet I never need they respect I never want no regrets Im preaching Jesus until reaper comes and collects Yeah, and he gone come and collect For real Don Ready
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