Wilder

Dex the grind, the grind, the grind
9-1 mardelle Gaza hood
Solid like Gaza, determined like in Syria

The hustle is supply and demand
We keep it going, we keep it going

Nejau greenery [?]
The hustle is supply and demand

I leave competition in the dust like a crooked ace
Like a crooked ace, wilder
Like a crooked ace

Sticks in the wheels
On the path, I tear them out
Summer or winter
I’ve flipped the fresh

I don’t want to see the cuffs and my mom’s tears
Brain under Jack D
I’m trying to drown my pain

I sell shit, I’ve got my hands in the dirt
I tossed my trust to the sea
I went from love to hate
And I went from shit to the zip
I went from fights to the beats

The road is filled with obstacles
I’m gonna jump them
I land on my feet like a cat
I repeat, I went from shit to the zip
I went from fights to the beats

My mind darkened, only God can guide me
I make bad choices when I listen too much to my demons
The stash in my head, it’s weird to say
That a brain can dirty my hands
That with white I can blacken my soul

Haunted by hate like Iva
I dream of paradise, I’ve got death in my hands

Heja, we roll in fierce
Heja, we roll in fierce fierce

Always hustling hard

Loser, man
Nejau greenery [?]
The hustle is supply and demand
I leave competition in the dust like a crooked ace
Like a crooked ace, wilder
Like a crooked ace

Loser, man
Nejau greenery [?]
The hustle is supply and demand
I leave competition in the dust like a crooked ace
Like a crooked ace, wilder
Like a crooked ace

9-1 mardelle Gaza hood, solid like Gaza, determined like in Syria
The hustle is supply and demand
We keep it going, we keep it going