My arms are open Your fears rollin' And they and you can't control it What you want, you want, emotion? My are always open Your always rollin' And they deep and you control it you want, what you want, emotion?
I need a out with no frustration I need a getaway vacation They got a permanent my nigga A reasons to get rich my nigga did it right
I could've been I I moved too often, this for the Summer I been homeless I had to go, I had a course
A reasons to get rich, my nigga A reasons to get rich, my nigga A million to get rich, my nigga
My people still dry whenever they touch the mic That's what happens when a therapist isn't in sight Take flight, never to the left or the right 'Cause they turn the cheek when our niggas start to die When our start to die, when our children start to die I don't feel the empathy, we the space too many times Every summer in this city to feel like Columbine you got to get yours, and I got to get mine One for the paragons of the paradigm When you underground, only try to undermine Use the track as a gymnasium to get the stadium They couldn't match my alien, I'm glowing like
One for the— One One (nigga) One (nigga) One (nigga) One (Nigga) (Nigga) (Nigga) A million to get rich, my nigga Fifty did it right, did it right Wish I call every successful rapper for advice How the fuck do I make shit last my whole life? (Nigga) (Nigga) (Nigga) (Nigga)
Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling chrysanthemum I just that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling chrysanthemum I just want that, I want that, I just want that, I just want that Tuggin' on my pinky ring, like chrysanthemum I just 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 Just give me I need