My arms are open fears always rollin' And they deep and you control it you want, what you want, emotion? My arms are always Your fears always And deep and you can't control it What you want, what you want,
I need a step out no frustration I need a permanent vacation They got a hit-list my nigga A million reasons to get rich my did it right
I been homeless I I moved too often, this for the Summer I been homeless Before I had to go, I had a
A million to get rich, my nigga A million to get rich, my nigga A million reasons to get rich, my
My still dry snitchin' whenever they touch the mic That's what when a therapist isn't somewhere in sight Take flight, never lean to the left or the 'Cause they turn the other cheek our niggas start to die When our women to die, when our children start to die I don't the empathy, we made the space too many times Every summer in city start to feel like Columbine 'Cause you got to get yours, and I got to get One for the paragons of the paradigm When you underground, nigga only try to Use the track as a gymnasium to get the stadium They couldn't match my alien, I'm glowing uranium
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Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling like I just want that, I just want that, I just that, I just want that Tuggin' on my ring, smelling like chrysanthemum I just that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that Tuggin' on my pinky ring, like chrysanthemum I want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that
On my jewelry, and on my On my jewelry, and on my You I got give me what I need