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Who's the most conscious?
Lately I've been lookin' at less
Never leavin' store bagless
Designer rags and with facists
Mister Wilder's a myth, is a gift
I mean, so is gift
No ashamed of my thread count
In bed with a girl who's not ashamed of her head
Still I up with these cold sweats
get to sleep it off
Pray this 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, or plastic?
You for it
My dad the Lord's blessings will rain down
I pray I sane now
Asking questions like, "Am I now?"
Because I'm still plagued by pressure
Craig says "survivor's guilt probably still get ya"
Time spent is still the only real measure
Of the four word
I drip my ego in
I wear that like a fur
The only protection the coast 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 rings and trinkets
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

Spread
Fuck a
Fuck your lover, get head-love
Break bread 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
rockin' through the pressure
Middle fingers to the
Niggas latchin' cause they simply the message, listen
All gold I be talkin', what's it representing?
If I rockin' what I'm talking
I'm talkin' really
Mostly
Most niggas out here talkin'
"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 make one
See a chance, that I'ma take one
Only mobbin' my day one niggas
Only for like 15 minutes in a different city
I'm on tour
More contemporary a war tour, not a label whore
I don't with niggas
Talkin' color palettes, seein'
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 keep it real that

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus pieces save you
VVS is
dressed, say less
When niggas it ain't true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie and trinkets
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 heaven
So I'm in this bitch, no wrist
Movin', dippin', through the temptation
been hasty, I be patient
I've been maybed to be never from again
So I got the cash
I be spendin' like we
Say, "he trippin'" till you my balance
10 years later you can my talents
I done doubled up a 2-4 from 5-10
I never been no type of man to hide his shit the dirt
Crack a smile beneath the
You can only do when you knew that
All those that you had when you was up was just stuff
Without it like, Kith, its Just Us
Who are you no one's looking?
Most niggas crooked, they money
It's always until it's cloudy
And you suppose
That that to the boat, will 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 it's a different type of
It is, and I'm j-, I admitted that like, it definitely is.
It def- def- i-i-is like, I'm not that, like,
I to say that is, it is a different type of love...
(I you that, 6 months ago!)