
For Those Who Cross My Path Dwin, The Stoic (Ft. Vader the Wildcard)
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[HOOK: DWIN, THE STOIC]
I say prayers
For those who cross my path
I forgive some
And others I do not
Tread carefully
When you see me here
Or else heaven will get another one
I’ll send another one
[VERSE 1: GIDO]
Hey God (Hey God)
Sup my G?
Niggas really out here testing me
Cos I been living on a new wave of modesty
And they be thinking they can get away with stressing me
Listen;
Last week I was walking home
When I saw these lil niggas with a black mask on
And they came up to me with a blade in hand
Asking me; hey nigga where your wallet son?! (Do you believe that?)
Now I really got a problem with robbing people
But these young Gs are so damn disrespectful
I mean this nigga really called me son
And he probably even younger than my desert eagle
So I pulled up what I got and I let em know
That you gotta learn to respect whether out or home
And I didn’t hesitate just to hit it home
Now their brains’ in the end of my roscoe
I say prayers
For those who cross my path
I forgive some
And others I do not
Tread carefully
When you see me here
Or else heaven will get another one
I’ll send another one
[VERSE 1: GIDO]
Hey God (Hey God)
Sup my G?
Niggas really out here testing me
Cos I been living on a new wave of modesty
And they be thinking they can get away with stressing me
Listen;
Last week I was walking home
When I saw these lil niggas with a black mask on
And they came up to me with a blade in hand
Asking me; hey nigga where your wallet son?! (Do you believe that?)
Now I really got a problem with robbing people
But these young Gs are so damn disrespectful
I mean this nigga really called me son
And he probably even younger than my desert eagle
So I pulled up what I got and I let em know
That you gotta learn to respect whether out or home
And I didn’t hesitate just to hit it home
Now their brains’ in the end of my roscoe
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