Meditate Lyrics & Chords By Ces Cru

[Chorus]
Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
Hustle and meditate, headed for some better day.
Fuck whatever they say, suckers hate, well let them hate.

Okay, shake that ass, hoe, you don't want to blow your chance.
I don't wanna kiss or hug, I ain't tryin' hold your hand.
People staring at me, looking puzzled, they don't know this dance,
I'm just getting wavy, meditating in a lotus stance.
I don't need to make no enemies, but it keeps on happening,
What am I to do with all this energy?
They say I'm sick as fuck, they try to find a remedy,
They have to hate a nigger, guess they think the haters killing me.
I'm kamikaze, the flyiest and I don't fear it,
They coming about with the wood work, maybe I'm about to clear checks.
One billion e-mails, I'm a slacker so I don't near check,
Somebody told me real see through anybody to hear tech.
You know what, maybe you right, but I might get psycho tonight
I'm an animal and I bite, am I 9 to 5 it's alright.
We independent, it feels like the shit is major,
I'm ready for all the hatred they about to spit to a stranger.

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Struggling for a better day, with the money, we're some goal getters
Made a lot of math, made it out the jungle, we're some gold realest.
Y'all niggers all watch up, went on that bench and getting all scrilled up,
I'm ready go on the mountains, feels like I'm about to picture no head up.
When I wrote this back in November I was grinding to get my own dinner
Focusing on my earth fire and air to keep my soul centered.
Not a pain to my bone benders, under the study of no mentor,
Feeling the fire from my own ambers, keeping me out of the cold winter.
Bitches coming for the gold, members chopping them off with the go, timber.
Never taking to the many, got honest the energy rap with no vector
My aura glow when I got that gum and I want that dope next
For R and R, all I want is T and R and in plus some more checks.
I'm a profession to progress, imma get real deep in the process,
You know sess got that cope text and them hard parts we come all ripped.
I don't throw sets, I grow press, trying to live my life with no stress,
My mind clear but my hands dirty, I grind daily, I forecast.

[Chorus]

I got my chips up, talk to way, cutting cake, stacking bread,
If it weren't my mental state, the hustle made it happen, then.
All the mouse chattering, I don't hear a word they said
If they're hating, let them hate. Call that hating garbage bag.
They don't put food on my plate, they don't pay for nourishments,
So I can't worry about what they say, I don't know what they worry, then.
Bout I have been making moves where I'm about to take it, too
They putting no fate in me, that's why I put my faith in truth.
Stated truth, truth them straight, drop them bags, losing weight,
Lining up on my track so I let my body rejuvenate.
Allow me to elucidate energy flow illuminate
All about that surrounding me, that's how we communicate.
That's true, hates in human tray, scream at me and my modal change,
To believe these illusions make up my dream and shift to illucid state
I meditate, leaning back, beating me so I'm beating back.
See the future, I see the past, meet the truth and my people plashed.

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