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meant to be - wiize lyrics

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wiize: play with no regrets
i ain’t tripping on what ain’t meant for me
we go our separate ways
some things just ain’t meant to be

thinking about that bag so much
like i ain’t meant to sleep
n*ggas hate on us for no reason
like we ain’t meant to eat
real obstacle jumpers baby some things are meant to be
get under n*ggas skin i f*ck with them mentally

motivate my n*ggas like i was meant to preach
love and protect us last of a dying breed

lenno: i was down, i was needy
use to be geeked when i was polo down to the feet
lazy ass n*ggas bе glued
down to the seat
i’ll nеver miss my chance
i’ll never miss beat
he be capping, when he rapping, he be eaching
i know a n*gga who really died tryna pretend
i thought he only had one pill, but he got ten
and i’ll tell a b*tch some lies on my right hand

certain sh*t ain’t meant to be
i’m never c*cky y’all the same as me
n*ggas goofies and some lames to me
got on the stand and told a dangerous speech (yeaaa, yeaaa)

play with no regrets
i ain’t tripping on what ain’t meant for me
we go our separate ways
some things just ain’t meant to be

thinking about that bag so much
like i ain’t meant to sleep
n*ggas hate on us for no reason
like we ain’t meant to eat
real obstacle jumpers baby some things are meant to be
get under n*ggas skin i f*ck with them mentally

motivate my n*ggas like i was meant to preach
love and protect us last of a dying breed
saint: i was tryna show you love you was pose to be a thug
i’m covered by these state farm k!llers n*gga whats up
my own blood brother tried to lie to me enough
and whats up with these new n*ggas thinking they tough

cause i get in my feelings i ain’t really into singing
cause i could hit a note now i’m suddenly reminiscing
if loc was still alive he would probably be in prison
if shawty nem never died she was pregnant with triplets

ima gangster …
i’d rather thank y’a…

but you probably wouldn’t hear me out
i lost a homie last week to a fake perkie
and i still can’t drop my doubts

play with no regrets
i ain’t tripping on what ain’t meant for me
we go our separate ways
some things just ain’t meant to be

thinking about that bag so much
like i ain’t meant to sleep
n*ggas hate on us for no reason
like we ain’t meant to eat
real obstacle jumpers baby some things are meant to be
get under n*ggas skin i f*ck with them mentally
motivate my n*ggas like i was meant to preach
love and protect us last of a dying breed

- wiize lyrics

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