My arms are open Your always rollin' And they deep and you control it What you want, you want, emotion? My arms are open Your fears rollin' And they and you can't control it What you want, what you want,
I need a out with no frustration I a permanent getaway vacation They got a hit-list my nigga A reasons to get rich my nigga Fifty did it
I been homeless I thought I too often, this for the Summer I could've been I had to go, I had a course
A million to get rich, my nigga A million reasons to get rich, my A reasons to get rich, my nigga
My still dry snitchin' whenever they touch the mic That's happens when a therapist isn't somewhere in sight Take flight, never lean to the or the right 'Cause they turn the other 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 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, nigga try to undermine Use the as a gymnasium to get into the stadium They match my alien, I'm glowing like uranium
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on my pinky ring, smelling like 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 want that, I just want that, I just want that, I want that Tuggin' on my pinky ring, smelling chrysanthemum I want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that
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