Deuce Songtext
von 7xvethegenius

So much death I try to live like a missionary
So much stress one time I wrote my obituary
So much left so many things i aspire to
With my last breath won′t be no more she was trying to do
I'm doing my thing I′m setting the path and following dreams
Too many niggas out here trying but not making the team
Too many people out here playing with the cards they were dealt instead of shuffling them bitches they self
Can't be right I take a breath open my eyes and thank God that I'm breathing
I know some ain′t make it alive and I′m here for a reason
I never like wasting my times it"s so much shit to get to
You gon spend yours pressing the ceiling or pressing the issue
I see time as a line between who's here and who′s left
Understand this shit ain't permanent our soul just a guest
Take our shoes off at the door and speak when entering house
Think you in charge more than He ordered then He kicking you out
I′m learning health is in the mental wealth is in the mind
I try to teach as I learn life and show em we're devine
As we get closer to our truth the more they try to pry
Massage our prides how they divide our structure every time
I try to keep my shit together pray to God for peace


So many losses every year need a few Ls a week
So many wolves with wool as sheep I count before I sleep
Be thinking they are so discreet but I′m Little Bo Peep
I see the World in pieces I take what's left of it and rap to freeze it
I speak to God before I'll speak to Jesus
See the pieces high achievers
They seem to love me more right now they answer
They call me like I got the cure to cancer
Lose it dampered niggas phony
They see me shining and they swear they know me
Wasn′t around me these are not my homies
Fried bologna skipping classes
Ask me to teach but jokes they used to laugh it′s
Regular ghetto shit you know the classics hoes and bastards
You look like the guy that's on the picture in the kitchen
On the wall like hieroglyphics symbolize not too specific
You′ve arrived at a time I was honestly forgetting it
Sam your uncle changed you it's kind of bothersome isn′t it
A colored sign derivative with underlying grimaces
And deep inside it's limited but least I′m trying to be here
I miss you like a leap year and you're welcomed to sleep here
What Hov say bout the sand huh? You're welcomed to this beach chair