Who's the self conscious? Lately I've been lookin' at less Never store fronts bagless Designer rags and conversations with Mister Wilder's a myth, theMIND is a I mean, so is gift No longer ashamed of my thread In bed with a girl who's not ashamed of her gown Still I wake up these cold sweats Forever get to it off this woman fucks me soft Instant I mean, now I'm It's hard for a nigga who had shit to have shit You turned into that store front, paper or You for it My dad says the blessings will rain down I pray I sane now questions like, "Am I lame now?" Because I'm still by peer pressure Craig says "survivor's will probably still get ya" Time spent is still like the only real Of the four word I drip my ego in I wear bitch like a fur The only protection from the is the moments that I rather forget
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...
love Fuck a Fuck your lover, get some Break with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs Cause you don't need Fuck a nigga feedback We where the keys at You see, I'm only ever lost I ask where the trees at rockin' through the pressure Middle fingers to the latchin' cause they simply missed the message, listen All this gold I be talkin', what's it If I ain't rockin' I'm talking What I'm talkin' metaphor Most niggas out here silly "We'll about it, Mick" Lot of people like to dance around a point, I couldn't even a waltz around it I've been make one See a chance, know I'ma take one Only mobbin' my day one niggas shoppin' for like 15 minutes in a different city When I'm on More contemporary than a war tour, not a label I play with niggas color palettes, seein' silhouettes You see me pictures I'ma on that And it don't matter, I'ma on that You can see it you see me always be me I can it real like that
Big bracelets, Rollies, big Jesus pieces save you VVS is dressed, say less When niggas stress it ain't (Fuck, bro) Cuban and pinkie rings and trinkets Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...
OK, the of money root of all evil OK, the camel through a eye of a needle a rich man a rich man know heaven So I'm in this bitch, no wrist Movin', dippin', through the temptation I've been hasty, I be been maybed to be never heard from again So when I got the I be spendin' we saving Say, "he trippin'" you check my balance 10 years later you can my talents I done doubled up from a 2-4 5-10 I never been no type of man to hide his beneath the dirt a smile beneath the hurt You can only do when you knew that All those things you had when you was up was just stuff Without it like, Kith, its Just Us Who are you when no one's Most niggas crooked, they exposed It's sunny until it's cloudy And you suppose That that door to the boat, will still be open when you it Hope it work out like you I wouldn't bet on that though
Big bracelets, Rollies, big Jesus pieces can't you VVS is Best dressed, say When niggas it ain't true (Fuck, bro) Cuban and pinkie rings and trinkets Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...
Oh you never heard somebody say it's a different type of 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 type of love... (I you that, 6 months ago!)