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