DJ Daggerz "Stamina"

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[Chorus: DJ Daggerz]
[Chorus: DJ Daggerz]
Look what life done handed ya//
This about you standing up//
This about you manning up//
This about ya stamina//
This about ya, bout ya, bout yo stamina//
Look what life done handed ya//
This about you standing up//
This about you manning up//
This about ya stamina//
This about ya, bout ya, bout yo stamina//

[Verse 1: DJ Daggerz]
Dealing with life like a deck of cards//
Playing the hand I was dealt with from the start//
No books for a nigga like, me to call//
Sorting out suits, just for a fucking job//
Standing tall, with no growth spur all//
Putting my foot down, toes never curled, nah//
Made my bed only to lay in it, them comforts warm//
From where stray bullets nailed 2Pac posters on my wall, ugh//
Many call me a youngin’ with an old soul//
Five, had my first beer with the old folks//
Endless memories shit, more than you’ll ever know//
A nigga got a fly mouth that’s why the zippers broke oh//
My heart always beat’d different, that murmur it be kicking//
That sympathy for women, so I don’t want none given//
Working till sweat dripping, flexing till muscles ripping//
Yearly kind of killing, don’t owe nobody, don’t forget it//

[Chorus: DJ Daggerz]
Look what life done handed ya//
This about you standing up//
This about you manning up//
This about ya stamina//
This about ya, bout ya, bout yo stamina//
Look what life done handed ya//
This about you standing up//
This about you manning up//
This about ya stamina//
This about ya, bout ya, bout yo stamina//

[Verse 2: DJ Daggerz]
I’ve done talked about the hardships, let’s talk about the progress//
It’s a lifetime process, overwhelming take it all in//
Never crawling, but I retraced my steps//
Caught myself following a drug lords foot prints//
Forgive me Lord I’ve sinned, palms full of psalms, burying my face again//
But then again, I’m bold and daring, on the come up, where’s the leverage?//
These issues I’m addressing, yall thinking it’s a message, check it//
Pick up the pace you running in place, you running away, you running to chase//
Tuck and tie each lace, for cheese on this rat race//
But, who I’m I to say I’m just Dante’//
Pushing every day, don’t owe nobody make em’ pay//

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