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letra de meditate - ces cru

hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
f-ck whatever they say, suckers hate, well let them hate.

okay, shake that -ss, ho, you don’t want to blow your chance.
i don’t wanna kiss or hug, i ain’t tryin’ hold your hand.
people staring at me, looking puzzled, they don’t know this dance,
i’m just getting wavy, meditating in a lotus stance.
i don’t need to make mo enemies, but it keeps on happening,
what am i to do with all this energy?
they say i’m sick as f-ck, the haters tryin to find a remedy,
they love to hate a n-gg-r, guess they think the haters killing me.
i’m kamikaze, the flyiest and i don’t fear it,
if they coming up out of the wood work, maybe i’m about to clear checks.
one billion e-mails, i’m a slacker so i don’t near check,
somebody told me they’ll sit through anybody to hear tech.
you know what, maybe you right, but i might get psycho tonight
i’m an animal and i bite, am i 9 to 5 it’s alright.
we independent, it feels like the sh-t is major,
i’m ready for all the hatred they about to spit at a stranger.

struggling for a better day, with the money, we some go getters
middle of the map, made it out the jungle, we’re some gold realas.
y’all n-gg-rs all washed up, warmin up that bench and getting no scrilla,
i’m ready on the mountains, feels like i’m about to picture no head up.

when i wrote this back in november i was grinding to get my own dinner
focusing on my earth fire and air to keep my soul centered.
not a pain to my bone benders, under the study of no mentor,
feeling the fire from my own embers, keeping me out of the cold winter.

b-tches coming for the gold, members chopping them off with the go, timber.
levitating through the midi, i harnest they energy, rap with no filter.
my aura glow when i got that gold but i want that dough next
f-ck r n r, all i want is t and a and plus some mo checks.

i’m a profession to progress, i’mma live knee deep in the process,
you know ces got that cope text and them hot bars we come so ripped.
i don’t throw sets, i grow press, trying to live my life with no stress,
my mind clear but my hands dirty, i grind daily, im focused.

i got my chips up, tucked away, cutting cake, stacking bread,
if it weren’t my mental state, the hustle made it happen then.
all the mouse chattering, i don’t hear a word they said
if they’re hating, let them hate. call that hate encouragement.
they don’t put food on my plate, they don’t pay for nourishments,
so i can’t worry about what they say, i wounder why they worry then.
bout i have been making moves where i’m about to take it, too
they putting no faith in me, that’s why i put my faith in truth.
stated truth, shoot them straight, drop-in bags, losing weight,
lining up all my chakras so that my body rejuvenate.
allow me to elucidate energy flow illuminate
all about that surrounding me, that’s how w-we communicate.
that’s true, hates in human tray, scream at me and my mood will change,
to believe these illusions making my dreaming shift to illucid state
i meditate, leaning back, beating me so i’m beating back.
see the future, i see the past, meet the truth and my people plashed.

- ces cru

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