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

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

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

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus can't save 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...

OK, the love of root of all evil
OK, the camel a eye of a needle 'fore a rich man
Before a man know heaven
So I'm in this bitch, no band
Movin', dippin', dodgin' through the
I've hasty, I be patient
I've been maybed to be never from again
So when I got the
I be spendin' we saving
Say, "he trippin'" till you my balance
10 years later you can check my
I done doubled up from a 2-4 5-10
I never no type of man to hide his shit beneath the dirt
Crack a smile beneath the
You can only do that when you that
All things that you had when you was up was just stuff
Without it it's like, Kith, its Us
Who are you no one's looking?
Most niggas crooked, money exposed
It's always until it's cloudy
And you suppose
That that door to the boat, will be open when you reach it
Hope it work out before you
I wouldn't bet on that myself

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus pieces save you
VVS is
Best dressed, say
When niggas stress it ain't (Fuck, bro)
links and pinkie rings 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 like, it definitely 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!)