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Who's the self conscious?
I've been lookin' at tags less
Never leavin' store bagless
Designer and conversations with facists
Wilder's a myth, theMIND is a gift
I mean, so is this
No longer ashamed of my thread
In bed with a girl who's not of her head gown
Still I wake up with these cold
Forever get to it off
Pray this fucks me soft
gratification
I mean, now I'm
It's for a nigga who never had shit to have shit
You turned into that store front, paper or
You for it
My dad the Lord's blessings will rain down
I pray I sane now
Asking like, "Am I lame now?"
Because I'm plagued by peer pressure
Craig says "survivor's will probably still get ya"
Time is still like the only real measure
Of the letter word
I drip my ego in
I wear that bitch a fur
The only protection the coast is the moments that I rather forget

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

Spread
Fuck a
Fuck lover, get some head-love
Break bread with your niggas, burnin' bed
you don't need that
Fuck a zippy feedback
We gone where the at
You see, I'm only lost when I ask where the trees at
Milly rockin' through the
fingers to the pessimistic
Niggas latchin' cause they simply the message, listen
All this gold I be talkin', it representing?
If I ain't what I'm talking
What I'm really
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 that I'ma one
Only mobbin' with my day one
Only for like 15 minutes in a different city
When I'm on
More contemporary a war tour, not a label whore
I don't play niggas
color palettes, seein' silhouettes
You see me pictures
build on that
And it don't matter, I'ma on that
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 links and pinkie and trinkets
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

OK, the love of 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 bitch, no wrist band
Movin', dippin', through the temptation
I've hasty, I be patient
I've been maybed to be never from again
So I got the cash
I be like we saving
Say, "he trippin'" till you check my
10 years later you can my talents
I doubled up from a 2-4 from 5-10
I been no type of man to hide his shit beneath the dirt
Crack a smile beneath the
You can only do when you knew that
All those things that you had you was up was just stuff
Without it like, Kith, its Just Us
Who are you when no one's
Most niggas crooked, they money
It's always sunny until it's
And you suppose
That that door to the boat, still be open when you reach it
Hope it work out before you
I wouldn't bet on myself though

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

Oh you never heard somebody say a different type of love?
It is, and I'm j-, I just admitted like, it definitely is.
It def- i-i-is like, I'm not denying that, like,
I to say that is, it is a different type of love...
(I you that, 6 months ago!)