THE WRITERS GUILD ft. 1995 & Parris Chariz Lyrics

THE WRITERS GUILD ft. 1995 & Parris Chariz - DJ Mykael V

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Intro: DJ Mykael V

Look how far God done brought us (Slick)

And y'all think I'ma look back?

We done worked too hard for this (95)

God always

Woke up on a Monday, got busy, I had to eat

Heaven waitin' on me, I'm tryin' too hard to breathe

It was only right I had to fight to live a dream

Make it to see my junior or die bein' a king

My brother is on my shoulders, I point 'em to where the food at

Compared to many rappers, I had to go get the truth back

Could never say I'm nothin', I gave my baby a new bag

Let me talk, this the writers guild, it ain't a script read

You should think about your words, just not your lip speed (Exactly)

Gainin' from me, this the top shot (Hold on)

I ain't even choose to be this smart, it just dropped out

Crеflo water, I need a jetski for thesе expeditions (What else)

If you wanna get the best slick wave I need an extra million

Come and talk 'cause we got extra game, overtime

If it's urgent for you then just press the nine

Tom Cruisin' in the Fusion, they sayin' that this impossible

Satan's angels wasn't optional (Right)

Man, how you don't drink pop but sold lots of coke?

And how you gon' give top but won't speak hope?

Damn, what a time

Another year inside this hell gon' be a homicide

I've been prayin' through all my anger like it's Ramadan

And started writin' just to pass the time, God

There's a saying, when the devil ignores you then you know you're doin' somethin' wrong

Conversely when the devil comes at you, maybe it's because you're tryna do something right

Verse 2: Parris Chariz

My momma moved me out the hood before could ever broker my life away (Yeah)

I prayed for life today (Right)

You got two cellphones, I called you twice today (Hello)

I'm thinkin' 'bout rollin' the dice

You talkin' that sugar and spice

Ah, but I'm too seasoned

Can't play them game no more, I grew up with a few demons

Why we harder than them I can think of a few reasons (One or two)

You take the stage, I'm with the shooters in the pew preachin'

Pack it, I'm tryna smoke the meat

They really only call me the wave 'cause what I wrote was deep

Please, let me surf in peace

I'm tryna be comfortable like the Huxtables

I lean back like Bill when they was cuffin' him

Damn, what a time

Another year inside this jail gon' be a homicide

I've been prayin' through all my anger that I'm keepin' inside

The writers guild, P-M-C, and God (Yeah)