Hell for It Danny Brown

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[Verse 1]
Holy spirit
When I look, I cannot see reflection in the mirror
I broke bread with the Judas and I think I see it clearer
These niggas want what's mine, but I'll be damned if I'ma give up
Stuck up in the hood, praying rap would get me out
Mama 'bout to lose her house, gotta figure this shit out
Used to catch the bus to 12th just to hustle for some Prada
In the kitchen with my uncle, beat the pot like a piñata
Baraka with the product, used to hide it in my closet
Type of shit that have a fiend crawling on his carpet
Walking over carcasses of artists in my garden
Nice with the bars, even the beat begs my pardon
Got me mistaken, Muslim salami bacon
Always on the defense, so it's no offense taken
I'm smokin' on them raisins from the bay, they taste amazing
Cajun, kicking flavor all the time, not on occasion
Would be amazed, all the time, I heard I wouldn't make it
I was writing shit that was so damn amazing
When half these little niggas was still watching That's So Raven
I was out there hustling, scrapin' up and saving
Just to catch a twelve hour bus to NY
Sleepin' on the floor in studios, asking God, "Why?"
But never got deterred from the voice I heard inside
Tell myself every day the greatest that's alive