Lyrics Judy - St. Wave

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World bout paper like WB Mason
My day gone come
Work hard and stay patient
World so dark so hard to stay gracious
Nice to my face at they core
They still racist
Respect me don't need to understand me
No disrespect fuck you your friends and your family
There's plenty out here for everybody
But shit I'm still famished
Most out here starving
The lesser is living lavish
Chasing a life that's glamorous
Word to Fergie
Always modest
No time deal with arrogance
I'm stressing so blunts up in the air again
And if they trouble
Might have to put some air in em
Grievances we air em out like helium
Party Favors we blowing down that helium
Tryna cherish every moment
Cause the day you waking up
May not be the day you make it home

Seen angels turn demons
Something like a magic trick
Friends turn Foe
When their pockets ain't match their fancy
They drive ain't match they ten speed
So they gotta ride the back seat
Rap dreams
But they talk more bout they rap sheet
Shooters everywhere
You would think they got hoop dreams
Can't take the streets out the athlete
Like Gilbert Arenas
They gone judge you anyways
But at least you still breathing
Ooo at least you still breathing
Goals you still reaching
Ain't let go for nothing
Ooo Ain't let go for nothing
And if they gone try you
Stand 10 toes no budging
10 toes no budging
And I can't stop grinning
Cause I'm always up to something
Ooo always up to something