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Deyourbanda - Street Chronicles Lyrics



Deyourbanda - Street Chronicles Lyrics




If you try, you can never lose Picturing myself, at a better view
View from the chopper, I can see the world Walking to my dreams, living like the
Mob Eating with the kings in a pool of blood
I can tell you all my secrets in a single word When you coming from the project, no

One give a f*ck So I hustle everyday like Rick Ross
Prayer from my mom, keep me going up When you see me in a benz, never say a
Word Nigga coming from the trench with a spill of
Blood Doing all I can, had to feed the urge

If the music never work, then I'm selling drugs
Told my shawty she can move, she can carry on
Positive mind with a gold chain Highest in the room, standing on my lane
Young nigga rise till it's called fame Eagles on the roof while i meditate

Standing by the gate, it's the heaven's gate All I'm asking from the lord is a better day
When the better day comes, nigga run your race You should listen to my music, let it saturate
Good stuffs take time, but it's never late I just want to spend the day drinking Belaire
Smoking cannabis, then blow it to your face Thank you oh my lord, I made it through the flame

Looking at the mirror, I can see the pain All I'm asking from the lord is a better place
All I'm asking from the lord is another day All I'm asking from the lord is a better pay
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If you try, you can never lose Picturing myself, at a better view
View from the chopper, I can see the world Walking to my dreams, living like the
Mob Eating with the kings in a pool of blood
I can tell you all my secrets in a single word When you coming from the project, no

One give a f*ck So I hustle everyday like Rick Ross
Prayer from my mom, keep me going up When you see me in a benz, never say a
Word Nigga coming from the trench with a spill of
Blood Doing all I can, had to feed the urge

If the music never work, then I'm selling drugs
Told my shawty she can move, she can carry on
Positive mind with a gold chain Highest in the room, standing on my lane
Young nigga rise till it's called fame Eagles on the roof while i meditate

Standing by the gate, it's the heaven's gate All I'm asking from the lord is a better day
When the better day comes, nigga run your race You should listen to my music, let it saturate
Good stuffs take time, but it's never late I just want to spend the day drinking Belaire
Smoking cannabis, then blow it to your face Thank you oh my lord, I made it through the flame

Looking at the mirror, I can see the pain All I'm asking from the lord is a better place
All I'm asking from the lord is another day All I'm asking from the lord is a better pay
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Writer: Ololube Upadhi
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Deyourbanda
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Ololube Upadhi

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