Ces Cru - Meditate lyrics

Hustle and meditate
Headed for some better day
Hustle and meditate
Headed for some better day
Hustle and meditate
Headed for some better day
Fuck whatever they say, suckers hate
Well let them hate

Okay, shake that ass, ho
You don’t want to blow your chance
I don’t wanna kiss or hug
I ain’t tryin’ hold your hand
People staring at me, looking puzzled
They don’t know this dance
I’m just getting wavy
Meditating in a lotus stance
I don’t need to make mo enemies
But it keeps on happening
What am I to do with all this energy?
They say I’m sick as fuck
The haters tryin to find a remedy (hmm)
They love to hate a nigga
Guess they think the hate is killing me (no)
I’m kamikaze
The flyest and I don’t fear wreck
Cause they coming up out of the wood work
Maybe I’m about to clear cheques
One billion e mails
I’m a slacker so I don’t near check
Somebody told me they'll sit through
Anybody to hear Tech
You know what, maybe you right
But I might go psycho tonight
I’m an animal and I bite
And my 9 to 5 is alright we independent
It feels like the shit is major
I’m ready for all the hatred they
About to spit at a stranger

Struggling for a better day, with the money
We some go getters
Middle of the map, made it out the jungle
We’re some go-rillas
Y’all niggas all washed up
Warmin up that bench and getting no scrilla
I’m ready on the mound
Feel like I'm bout to pitch a no hitter

When I wrote this back in November I
Was grinding to get my own dinner
Focusing on my earth fire and air
To keep my soul centered
Not a pain to my bone benders
Under the study of no mentor
Feeling the fire from my own embers
Keeping me out of the cold winter

Bitches coming for the gold member, chopping
Them off here we go, timber
Levitating through the Midi, I
Harnest they energy, rap with no filter
My aura glow when I got that gold
But I want that dough next fuck R n R
All I want is T and A and plus some mo checks

I’m a profession to progress
I'mma live knee deep in the process
You know ces got that dope text and
Them hot bars we come correct
I don’t throw sets, I grow press
Trying to live my life with no stress
My mind clear but my hands
Dirty, I grind daily, i'm focused

I got my chips up, tucked away, cutting cake
Stacking bread
If it weren’t my mental state
The hustle made it happen then
Motor mouths chattering
I don’t hear a word they said
If they’re hating, let them hate
Call that hate encouragement
They don’t put food on my plate
They don’t pay for nourishments so I can’t
Worry about what they say
I wonder why they worry then
Bout I have been making moves where
I’m about to take it, too
They ain't putting no faith in me
That’s why I put my faith in truth
Stated truth, shoot them
Straight, drop-in bags, losing weight
Lining up all my chakras so
That my body rejuvenate
Allow me to elucidate, energy flow illuminate
All the bats surrounding me
That’s how w-we communicate
That’s true, hates a human trait
Scream at me and my mood will change
To believe these illusions making my
Dreaming shift to illucid state
I meditate, leaning back
Beating me so I beat them back
See the future, I see the past
Meet the truth and my people clash