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letra de dreamer - mag_sa & just couga

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[intro] ( j meed)

they call me j meed, mag’moolah i see you my n-gg-
wake up every day, pay to the father
woo… what the time say

[hook] ( j meed)

wake up every day and pray to the father
more money in my bank account
everyday be like holiday

as long you pay me i celebrate
if you have the faith you will celebrate
see my mommy they feel me so
see my mommy they pray for me
don’t doubt don’t doubt your belief

if you believe’o
make a walk towards you dream’o
don’t let anybody tell you what to do or where to be (-2)

[verse 1] (mag)

mama said go son go make me proud
i done cried a few nights when i sat on the couch
you can feel the energy and the people around me
ain’t no jealousy, that’s never allowed

you can see in my eyes that i’m a believer
all the sleepless nights proved i am a dreamer, an over-achiever
believed in the work and set out to be the winner when they wanted to defeat us

but no i came too far to be a coward
i seen way too much i just can’t be another
i learned on my own and my mother was my father
so f-ck what you say to me if it ain’t about the zaka

now you wanna love us, now you wanna hug us
now you wanna tell the world we used to be lovers
and if i’m nice then i’m nice, i’m never playing modest
when i do make it boy i’m gonna be a problem
we gonna have a problem

you’re looking at hard work, the
power of the tongue and a mixture of godliness
a bunch of broken promises, but listen when i promise this
we gonna make it outta here, lord knows we suffered here
d-mn we believed and dreamed, believed in the dream
prayed and sinned, never knees in the dirt
boy stayed on the feet never knees in the dir
boy stayed on the feet, we belived, yah

[hook] ( j meed)

[verse 2] ( dizz thee alpha)

put the puzzle in position so i show you cracks
dad hit by a train it’s emo wrecks n wrecks
brother on his kappa logo he got my back
sisters ending up with n-gg-rs like me (me)

all i ever wanted was a chance to be free
free state of mind so my hustle would bloem
no sleep …so when i rest its written on my tomb
we sat up all night discussing these grave topics
how they entertain , drain brains through these soapies
washing off questions …closing doors low key

embar-ssed to mention i’m a prisoner to the salary
taking shots in a mug reviewing your gallery
its picture perfect how you left this world this f-ckery
i brushed off mine cause i habour that fear
shipping in no good ..yow the end is near

put your meals on the gram just to feed your ego good
proportional portions , it’s breast serving from the prude
ostracized outkast when i choose the truth
painted black and ugly ,i canvas in the booth

tangle up these verses like they’re veins to my heart
decipher these writtens now you know why i cut
people at arms reach, got coins in my hand
ready for round two ….here to take a stand, here to take a stand

[hook] ( j meed)

[outro] (dizz & j meed vn)

- mag_sa just couga

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