KING MAGLO, Randy - MEDITATE lyrics

Yeah m-A-G-L-O on the kill, man
Look! So my pops ain’t coming back?
Still tryna get used to it told my momma
Life goes on if that bitch mounting a
Wall we go screwin' through it
I've been sad for a long time
Man I cry when I’m offline
Was about out of this music shit
Just playin' you know that I can’t quit
Scratch that
Tell the niggas that the King back
Tell your friends that the real's back
Niggas be spewin' the same things like
Their rhymes can do this, that
Men I’m tired of this stupid crap
No wonder your stupid ass underpaid
Young Frank doing it my way my way
Hating but I know y’all feel it
That means your own graves y’all diggin'
I’m O-Dog in the store I’m a menace
It's getting critical with all these critics
But we still did it
I know you bumping us through your A-U-X
Wait 'til you hear the tape men
Curse the times that I wasted
Heaven sent amidst mortal men
Praying for a few loyal friends
I was never afraid of ‘em
Black Excellence, what I intend
For my dawgs and I
Fuckin' the globe up, Huh!
Maa! I’m bout to blow up
Will never fake, Never been afraid
Never gon’ fade cause’

Been in my mind I feel it's my
Time every time when I meditate
When I lay low on my pillow
I think about this shit everyday
This shit I’m doin' my daily aid
My high in life
If i miss it I’m gon' die tonight
Always on my mind every single sec I meditate

Yeah so I brought my nigga Dolph on
Ey yo Mags wassuh (Skrrrr) echos
Yo, tell ‘em somethin' man

Yo! bitch ayy
Look I lost friends, I lost family
Tell me somethin' life couldn’t tell me
All these years, all these niggas doubtin'
Even doubt myself I couldn’t even truss me
Had to take a couple L’s, I regret it (Uh)
Ma' girl trippin', upsettin'
She wasn’t down for a nigga
Who was tryna measure up
I guess she only like the
Food when it’s ready hey pops am sorry
I try to be the nigga that you want
But it’s hard to keep ahead with
All the verses on these songs
And I’m still young tryna see
Just what I like
And for ma' dreams, know am prolly gon' fight
(Ay)
I had to do this for the money, Man for you
And for everything you ever though
A nigga couldn’t do man fuck school!
I'm tryna get you living like you should
Guess what the money do? (Ay)
Get you car with a crib with a yacht
In the crib with the bills expensive
Automatic free chills every time
That you get through
The night gotta thank God you made it
And on the real, I love you, I love mum
I lover her i love fam, Everybody else basic
Ay, wait until I get
To the motherfuckin' side
Then you I'm gonna say this
Bitch I prolly aced it (yuh, yuh, yuh)

Been in my mind I feel it's my
Time every time when I meditate
When I lay low on my pillow
I think about this shit everyday
This shit I’m doin' my daily aid
My high in life
If i miss it I’m gon' die tonight
Always on my mind every single sec I meditate

Been in my mind I feel it's my
Time every time when I meditate
When I lay low on my pillow
I think about this shit everyday
This shit I’m doin' my daily aid
My high in life
If i miss it I’m gon' die tonight
Always on my mind every single sec I meditate