Deucez Wyled - Muses

Poppa was a rolling stone,
Poppa wasn't there to show these streets you gotta hold your own
Poppa pop up when it's popping for his photo book
Poppa probably got a problem with the way this go
Did you know?
Did you know??

I got a burden weighing heavy on me.
Shit, I ain't even wanna tell the homies
But it's killing me.
All my life been a black sheep this shit ain't come cheap
Did you know my mama raised me to be all I can be? But she ain't say she had a secret that was
stalling me.
Whole time it's a man that was stalking me.
Telling me it's some test results that I oughta see. Sent the jawn in , it came back conclusive.
This right here is your motherfucking
exclusive.
Niggas always wanted the scoop on Deucez.
Since I found out a nigga been reclusive.
Shit, I ain't even wrote no new music.
Tryna stop my brain from doing something stupid
Anybody in my goddamn position would lose it.
I'm keeping it together and using them as muses

Poppa was a rolling stone, Poppa wasn't there to show these streets you gotta hold your own
Poppa pop up when it's popping for his photo booth. Poppa probably got a problem with the way this go
Did you know?
Did you know??

A lot of shit to talk about.
My Pop not my Pop didn't find out till I was 35
And I don't know how I keep putting up with all the dirty lies.
They told me my name was his since
I was circumcised.
Now it's not murder on my mind but the thought that I was who I was is dead now so
that murder is a crime.
My identity was stolen and that burglary's a crime. Shit they lied to me all
these years and that perjury's a crime.
Whole time I'm living for my name,
Now I feel like I'm worthy of dying.
Whole time feeling like the black sheep.
Turns out I'm the wolf in disguise.
I be feeling so bleak when I roam through the streets
Sometimes you see the wolf in my eyes.
Keep my hand on my pistol when I pull up to the light
I don't know if he wolfing or not.
Cops pull up on this striker again,
Man he better start licking them shots.
Spiraling down into madness.
I smoke to dodge sadness.
I cut off the baddies.
They never bring magic.
They always bring static.
I stay with the 'matic if they want to have it.
But back to my daddy he made me a bastard.

Poppa was a rolling stone, Poppa wasn't there to show these streets you gotta hold your own.
Poppa pop up when it's popping for his photo book. Poppa probably got a problem with the way this go.
I don't give a fuck, nigga
I don't give a fuck, nigga
It was the 3rd of September.
The day I'll always remember
Cause that was the day that my Daddy 'died'

Written by:
Aaron Wyley II

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