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Who's the most self
Lately been lookin' at tags less
Never store fronts bagless
Designer and conversations with facists
Mister Wilder's a myth, theMIND is a
I mean, so is this
No longer ashamed of my thread
In bed with a girl who's not ashamed of her gown
Still I wake up with cold sweats
Forever get to it off
Pray woman fucks me soft
Instant
I mean, now I'm
It's for a nigga who never had shit to have shit
You turned into store front, paper or plastic?
You for it
My dad says the Lord's blessings will rain
I pray I sane now
Asking like, "Am I lame now?"
Because I'm still plagued by peer
Craig says "survivor's will probably still get ya"
Time spent is still like the only measure
Of the letter 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
pieces can't save you
VVS is
dressed, say less
When niggas stress it true (Fuck, bro)
links and pinkie rings and trinkets
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

Spread
a dollar
Fuck your lover, get some
bread with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
Cause you need that
a zippy nigga feedback
We where the keys at
You see, I'm only ever lost when I ask the trees at
Milly rockin' through the
Middle to the pessimistic
Niggas latchin' cause they missed the message, listen
All this gold I be talkin', what's it
If I ain't rockin' what I'm
What I'm really
Mostly
Most out here talkin' silly
"We'll talk it, Mick"
Lot of people like to dance around a point, I couldn't even a waltz around it
I've been tryna one
See a chance, know that I'ma one
Only mobbin' my day one niggas
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
Talkin' color palettes, silhouettes
You see me takin'
I'ma on that
And it don't matter, I'ma chill on
You can see it you see me
I'ma be me
I can it real like that

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

OK, the love of money root of all
OK, the camel through a eye of a needle a rich man
Before a man know heaven
So I'm in bitch, no wrist band
Movin', dippin', dodgin' the temptation
been hasty, I be patient
I've been to be never heard from again
So I got the cash
I be like we saving
Say, "he trippin'" till you check my
10 years later you can check my
I doubled up from a 2-4 from 5-10
I never been no type of man to hide his shit beneath the
a smile beneath the hurt
You can only do when you knew that
All those things that you had when you was up was stuff
Without it like, Kith, its Just Us
Who are you no one's looking?
Most niggas crooked, they exposed
It's always sunny until cloudy
And you suppose
That that door to the boat, still be open when you reach it
Hope it work out before you
I bet on that myself though

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

Oh you never heard somebody say a different type of love?
It is, and I'm j-, I just admitted like, it definitely is.
It def- def- like, I'm not denying that, like,
I have to say that is, it is a type of love...
(I told you that, 6 ago!)