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

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

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

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

OK, the love of money root of all
OK, the camel through a eye of a 'fore a rich man
a rich man know heaven
So I'm in bitch, no wrist band
Movin', dippin', dodgin' the temptation
been hasty, I be patient
I've been maybed to be never heard from
So when I got the
I be spendin' like we
Say, "he trippin'" till you check my
10 years you can check my talents
I done up from a 2-4 from 5-10
I never been no type of man to hide his shit the dirt
a smile beneath the hurt
You can only do that when you that
All those things that you had when you was up was stuff
Without it like, Kith, its Just Us
Who are you when no one's
Most niggas crooked, they exposed
It's always sunny until it's
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 that though

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus pieces can't 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 somebody say it's a different type of love?
It is, and I'm j-, I just admitted that like, it is.
It def- def- i-i-is like, I'm not that, like,
I have to say that is, it is a different of love...
(I told you that, 6 ago!)