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Who's the self conscious?
Lately I've lookin' at tags less
Never store fronts bagless
Designer rags and with facists
Mister Wilder's a myth, is a gift
I mean, so is this
No ashamed of my thread count
In bed with a girl who's not of her head gown
Still I wake up with these sweats
Forever get to it off
Pray this woman fucks me
gratification
I mean, now I'm
It's hard for a nigga who never had shit to 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
Asking like, "Am I lame now?"
Because I'm still plagued by pressure
Craig says "survivor's guilt will still get ya"
Time spent is like the only real measure
Of the letter word
I my ego in gold
I that bitch like a fur
The only protection from the coast is the moments that I forget

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus pieces save you
VVS is
Best dressed, say
When niggas stress it true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie rings and
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

Spread
a dollar
Fuck your lover, get some
Break bread with your niggas, bed bugs
Cause you don't need
Fuck a zippy feedback
We gone the keys at
You see, I'm ever lost when I ask where the trees at
Milly through the pressure
fingers to the pessimistic
Niggas cause they simply missed the message, listen
All this I be talkin', what's it representing?
If I ain't rockin' what I'm
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 tryna make one
See a chance, know I'ma take one
Only with 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 play niggas
Talkin' color palettes, seein'
You see me takin'
I'ma on that
And it don't matter, chill on that
You can see it you see me
always be me
I can keep it real that

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
pieces can't save you
VVS is
dressed, say less
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 money root of all
OK, the camel through a eye of a needle a rich man
Before a rich man heaven
So I'm in this bitch, no band
Movin', dippin', dodgin' through the
I've hasty, I be patient
I've maybed to be never heard from again
So I got the cash
I be spendin' like we
Say, "he trippin'" till you my balance
10 later you can check my talents
I done doubled up from a 2-4 5-10
I never been no of man to hide his shit beneath the dirt
Crack a 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 it's like, Kith, its 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 like you
I wouldn't bet on myself though

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
pieces can't save you
VVS is
dressed, say less
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 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!)