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Who's the self conscious?
Lately been lookin' at tags less
Never store fronts bagless
Designer and conversations with facists
Mister Wilder's a myth, is a gift
I mean, so is this
No longer of my thread count
In bed with a girl who's not ashamed of her head
Still I wake up with these cold
Forever get to it off
this woman fucks me soft
Instant
I mean, now I'm
It's hard for a nigga who never had shit to have
You turned into store front, paper or plastic?
You for it
My dad says the Lord's blessings will rain
I I stay sane now
Asking questions like, "Am I now?"
I'm still plagued by peer pressure
Craig "survivor's guilt will probably still get ya"
spent is still like the only real measure
Of the four word
I drip my ego in
I that bitch like a fur
The only protection from the coast is the moments that I rather

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus can't save you
VVS is
dressed, say less
When niggas stress it true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie and trinkets
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

love
Fuck a
Fuck lover, get some head-love
Break bread your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
Cause you don't need
Fuck a zippy feedback
We gone the keys at
You see, I'm only ever lost when I ask the trees at
rockin' through the pressure
Middle fingers to the
Niggas latchin' cause they simply missed the message,
All this gold I be talkin', what's it
If I ain't what I'm talking
What I'm talkin'
Mostly
Most niggas out talkin' silly
"We'll about it, Mick"
Lot of people to dance around a point, I couldn't even bust a waltz around it
I've been make one
See a chance, know I'ma take one
Only mobbin' with my day one
Only shoppin' for like 15 in a different city
When I'm on
More contemporary than a war tour, not a label
I don't play with
color palettes, seein' silhouettes
You see me pictures
I'ma build on
And it don't matter, chill on that
You can see it you see me
always be me
I can keep it like that

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
pieces can't save you
VVS is
Best dressed, say
niggas stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie rings and
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

OK, the love of root of all evil
OK, the through a eye of a needle 'fore a rich man
Before a rich man know
So I'm in bitch, no wrist band
Movin', dippin', dodgin' through the
I've been hasty, I be
I've been maybed to be heard from again
So when I got the
I be spendin' we saving
Say, "he trippin'" till you check my
10 years later you can my talents
I done doubled up from a 2-4 from
I never been no type of man to hide his shit beneath the
Crack a smile beneath the
You can only do that when you knew
All those things that you had when you was up was stuff
it it's like, Kith, its Just Us
Who are you no one's looking?
Most crooked, they money exposed
always sunny until it's cloudy
And you suppose
That that door to the boat, will be open when you reach it
it work out like before you
I wouldn't bet on myself though

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus pieces save you
VVS is
Best dressed, say
niggas stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie and trinkets
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

Oh you heard somebody say it's a different type of love?
It is, and I'm j-, I just admitted like, it definitely is.
It def- i-i-is like, I'm not denying that, like,
I have to say that is, it is a different of love...
(I told you that, 6 ago!)