Yeah, DS
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Working on self
Now thats wealth
Put the old you up on the shelf
Give it a break
Take the new clay and give it a shape
Holding my pace since joining the race
Started at the bottom now I’m hitting the ace
She said I had the patience of a saint
And could tell I take time with everything that I paint
Let’s actions speak that can keep that talk
Who you tryna pimp this ain’t your street boy
We destroy whatever’s given
The speech and the beats that’s my reason living
Probably won’t say it if it ain’t bout wisdom
Catch us in the moonlight facing the river
Working the rhythm
Why?
It was a gift I was given
So try is the least I could give em
So try is the least I could give em
Hope you do your best today
Wipe all that stress away
Ain’t no one else to blame
Yeh you got some changing to do
But can’t nobody change it but you
I’m pretty good at keeping my cool but
Sometimes
I lose and at the drop of a dime everything
Changes
Everyone’s a stranger
Fact is they only factors if you let em
Be
Son inside me only better
Breathe
Let the winds wash all the threats away
Hoping for some better days
Off on the beach
Getting right in the light seeing smiles from love
Thinking how this is a gift from above
How’s supposed to be
With you close to me
The least I could give em
So try is the least I could give em
Work in the rhythm
So try is the least I could give em
Work in the rhythm
So try is the least I could give em
Work in the rhythm