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Branden Thompson
Branden Thompson
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It's JDSG with another banger
Get ready, set, go, they ain't even see us comin
Young hungry ****, we was runnin' for the money
Talk the ignorance on fire, keep that wisdom on ice
What I made it one month, shit changed my whole life
Had to do it for the fam, shit been broken for a minute
I was grindin' so hard, I ain't know my own limits
Just puttin' boys on, I was stackin' up the digits
Goin' hard in the paint, but then a **** had to pivot
I was ignorant, I thought the people really loved me
Some wouldn't even look at me, you swear that I was ugly
The ones I gave the most to was the first ones to judge me
Tryin' to run power plays and wouldn't even plug me
It's crazy, but the shit all gravy
Put my trust in God, it ain't a human that can save me
Still gettin' money in the market, pippin' daily
And when they see me, they salute like a lieutenant in the Navy
At ease, keep that same energy
**** call you fam, fuck around, be your enemy
The stuff that I experienced, it was messin' with me mentally
Had to meditate and pray, ask for serenity
Couldn't blame them for it, they ain't know they own identity
Had to watch them tables turn, nothin' lasts infinity
Sheesh, are you shittin' me, dawg
It's a grown man world, you **** kids to me, dawg
Chase your purpose, cause they'll make you feel worthless
Shit ain't what it seem, it's way deeper than the surface
But I ain't tryin' to clown, cause I was never in the circus
And if you scared, you better off goin' to church service
Who cares what they may feel, I'm like Curtis
It was all good till the hate got inserted
The love and the unity all got converted
And now the shit'll never be the same, hope it was worth it
Sheesh , ain't no amount of money that can ever take my peace
The richest people in the world, they usually had the least
The broke **** starin' at us, they just wanna eat
The playing field ain't even, you know these **** gotta cheat
The only way to really win, you gotta know defeat
Take the good with the bad and the bitter with the sweet
I'm a cold ass ****, but I still took that heat
It's okay to make mistakes, ****, just don't make repeats
And when you play the game, just make sure you play for keeps
Shallow ass **** can't swim, this shit is deep
Seven days livin', everything they do is weak
And all them seeds you sowin', one day you gon' have to reap
But I'ma give them grace, cause I did my own dirt
Ain't trippin', no revenge, they gotta feel they own hurt
Keep my eyes on my paper, gotta do my own work
I'd rather get this money and be chillin' on Turks
Written by: Branden Thompson
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