My are always open Your fears always And they deep and you control it What you want, you want, emotion? My arms are 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 permanent vacation got a permanent hit-list my nigga A million reasons to get rich my did it right
I been homeless I thought I moved too often, for the Summer I could've homeless Before I had to go, I had a
A reasons to get rich, my nigga A reasons to get rich, my nigga A reasons to get rich, my nigga
My people dry snitchin' whenever they touch the mic That's what when a therapist isn't somewhere in sight Take flight, lean to the left or the right 'Cause they turn the other cheek our niggas start to die When our women start to die, when our start to die I don't feel the empathy, we made the 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 paragons of the When you underground, nigga 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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on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want Tuggin' on my ring, smelling like chrysanthemum I want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that Tuggin' on my ring, smelling like chrysanthemum I just want that, I just want that, I 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