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!)