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Daniel Hudson
Daniel Hudson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Uhh
(Ready)
Yeah
(Ready)
Uhh
Look, Fuck a hook I'm gettin right to it
All I did was grab a mic and spit my life thru it
All I do is think back to when they said they had my back
And soon as I turned my back they put a knife thru it
Cold world but with this heat I'm breezing right thru it
Shots ring off went to sleep like every night to it
Momma said this life gon throw punches just gotta fight thru it
So lets fight thru it, consider this my fight music
I leveled up on my foes but the devil want my soul
And this industry is heavy on the clones, Thats why I'm heavy in my zone
These **** lightweight, the shooters handle business at a light rate
But the goal is put my youngins in a nice place
Aint quittin vibe thanksgiving I need a nice plate
I can see the love for my thoro all in my wife face
But still, I feel the hate **** feel cuz I'm feelin great
On chill in a different space, On my fill millions in safes
From the start, I can tell they were frauds, was in a daze
But gave a spark damn near darkened my heart feelings replaced
Man I'm just tryna see a M fo I check, I'm in a race
That kids lost before they jumped off the steps, It's a disgrace
A spit in the face, they told me I prolly sit in a cage
That minimun wage filled my body wit venon and rage
I flipped me a page, different chapter some dipped and I stayed
Got rings and I'm paid, like Mike now they wishin I fade
Dont send me no shade cuz shit can get dark, **** I'm made
Its shit I stand on and shit on my waist, you pick ya fate
I am locked in, and please dont compare me **** I'm not them
I pulled up for dolo them **** got them
I am classic like top tens, talkin philly I'm top 5
Yall let that green pump you but I am bluto to popeyes
Long time comin but this is worth the wait
I promise we gon eat if I'm serving plates
And to you purple hair **** this the purple tape
Still will squirt that eight untill you perculate
Huh, Go do ya dance ****, if you my man then we fam
So it should be no questions bout where we stand ****
Just dont leave it up to chance ****
If I'm up then we up but if its up then its stuck
I wasnt handed no hand I was pressing luck for some luck
From the city of philly where guns will buss on the bus
Might catch a stray on the K, kids kickin shells on the El
We living in living hell, just tryna find a heaven
Call on the lord before 911, church houses rebuking satan
But for paper the congregation might line the reverend
Its every man for himself my **** time is tellin
Blocks is yellin, death around the corners carry glocks when steppin
Rock protection, tryna see tomorrow hoping GOD will let us
Trauma pressure, hope the cycle cease and raise ya child up betta
My profession, talk to these streets I pray you got the message
Or I pray you got them extras, Move that white girl till every pocket precious
Cops want you sacked watch ya pocket presence
I just put in it the time and effort
Told failure fuck you and it fucked up our bond forever
Fuck a hook I'm gettin right to it
Fuck a hook I'm gettin right to it
Written by: Daniel Hudson
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