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letra de nothing is for real - d-mula feat saint

d-mula feat saint

“nothing is for real”

intro:
(d-mula)
murda murda!
d-mula my niga…
(saint)
comprehend the happenings of my life coz its like nothing is for real
and some niga got k!lled over sum bullshit
coz these circles like a wind mill
hope you know the name right
*chuckles*
saint….

interlude:

(d-mula)
my heart think about my life
my brain think about my wife
these haters think about me bad
so in turn i think about a knife
and its all that we in to
roll up that strong
let it relect on what we’ve been through
and we ain’t here to hate n-boby
we just here for the good rhymes
the pussy and the party
that’s all…

verse 1:

(d-mula
ok these girls that am sexing
they love me coz am flexing
but at the back of my mind there’s a shadow i call depression
the devils testing and testing
no answers
but more questions
its stressing
keep digging hoping to find a blessing
the treasures deep in the dirt
for pleasure
am flipping the work
for this sake am referring
to these b-tches flipping their skirts
got everybody on hold
and let the pastor preach
if the future is a mess
niga then the past will teach
and i
yeah!
dawg i do just what my heart say
i think bright even when it be a dark day
they might hav thought i wouldn’t make it but
yo i surprised them when i took this shit the smart way
you may have got paid
but you wasn’t self made
that’s the shit my mama said
tryna make me change my ways
she told don’t play
for my -ss she’d go pray
asking why you on drugs
lil niga why you lost weight?
*chuckles*
she trying hard to put food on my table
but am just repping murda murda
staying true to the label
come to my hood
and you go learn bout suicidal
f-ck around with a anybody
that will crucify yall
fighting hard to stay real
and i emerge a winner
heard from my people that a pastor
don’t just urge a sinner
but its a way that the niga
can go and earn his dinner
and i ain’t just rapping
i just wanted you to learn the realer
side of things
all these nigas is faker than iron rings
take my hand through this journey
picture all my tragedies
in my garden happily
toss my pot of magic beans
wish my -ss for magic things
to satisfy my magic needs
yeah
am still riding with the best of all teams
your money short dawg
you got leprechaun green
and i don’t need n-body preferring me
for reference
coz am too independent to dare be
dependent
murda murda…

chorus:
(d-mulà)
well i’ve been gone for way to long
the pain i bearly feel
my heart just turned to steel
its like nothing is for real
well i did fall from way to long
got scares that never heal
but i try to make a mill
its like nothing is for real
hey……..dont u believe in us?
dont u believe in me?
then niga let me be…
hey……..don’t u belive in us?
don’t u believe in me?
my niga am a gee…

verse 2:

(saint)
wine sipping for the finest
blood dripping for the poor
and the journey of being the highness
is like a casualty of tour
economically disadvantaged
we deprived not a bit
and drug habits,thug habits
we all turn to learn this shit
conscious in conflict with desires
how do i make right decisions?
unfortunate in doing
so excuses turn to be reasons why suddenly despair
and drastically relent
from achieving our ambitions that we carefully invent
and being poor ain’t a joke
but i sometimes smile
coz am in this game called life
where i sometimes foul
and everybody thinks they’ll make it
but let’s face reality
coz when we at the top
we always get pulled down by gravity
pops said i couldn’t make it
i had a chance could take it
skin colour black
he told me it would take a decade
but my drive wasn’t taken
my only option was to make it
and since everybody got these naked eyes
i had to just face it
yeah…

chorus

verse 3:

(d-mula)- advice came late when i was already stuck in my ways

(saint)- did what they ordered not what’s right just to get me some praise

(d-mula)- mama touched to learn that i had neva took what she said

(saint)- sometimes she hate the way she raised me
but she loves what she raised

(d-mula)-got me a fresh pair of j’s
hustle till cops detect

(saint)- some thought they’d bring me down but others gave me lots of respect

(d-mula)- now my shits c-mming strong
dawg am talking erect

(saint)- and now my shit causing commotion
and alotto debate

(d-mula)- turned from the worst to the great

(saint)- antic-p-ted my fate

(d-mula)- and there’s no turning back
like am running it late

(saint)- they can’t catch up my pace

(d-mula)- a few goal on a brace

(saint)- they can’t comprehend the fact that am moving with haste

(d-mula)- my girl worried am sorry am still the niga that i be

(saint)- but look both sides before you cross me like u crossing the street

(d-mula)- coz its a hot world

(saint)- gold diggers

(d-mula)- hot girls

(saint)- cold nigas

(d-mula)- got pearls

(saint)- called blizzards

(d-mula)- my niga…

chorus

accreditations: jay tha v.i.l || destiny
chief records

murda murda music group
2014

- d mula feat saint

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