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Who's the most conscious?
Lately I've been lookin' at tags
Never leavin' fronts bagless
Designer rags and with facists
Mister Wilder's a myth, is a gift
I mean, so is gift
No longer of my thread count
In bed with a girl who's not of her head gown
Still I wake up with cold sweats
Forever get to it off
Pray woman fucks me soft
Instant
I mean, now I'm
hard for a nigga who never had shit to have shit
You turned into that store front, paper or
You for it
My dad says the Lord's blessings will rain
I pray I sane now
questions like, "Am I lame now?"
Because I'm still plagued by peer
Craig says "survivor's will probably still get ya"
Time spent is still the only real measure
Of the letter word
I my ego in gold
I wear bitch like a fur
The only protection from the is the moments that I rather forget

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

Spread
Fuck a
Fuck lover, get some head-love
bread with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
Cause you need that
Fuck a zippy feedback
We where the keys at
You see, I'm only ever lost when I ask the trees at
Milly through the pressure
Middle fingers to the
Niggas latchin' cause simply missed the message, listen
All this I be talkin', what's it representing?
If I ain't rockin' what I'm
What I'm really
Mostly
Most niggas out talkin' silly
"We'll talk it, Mick"
Lot of people like to dance around a point, I couldn't bust a waltz around it
I've been make one
See a chance, know that take one
Only mobbin' my day one niggas
Only shoppin' for like 15 minutes in a city
When I'm on
More contemporary than a war tour, not a whore
I don't play with
Talkin' color palettes, seein'
You see me pictures
I'ma build on
And it don't matter, chill on that
You can see it you see me
I'ma be me
I can it real like that

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus 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 root of all evil
OK, the camel a eye of a needle 'fore a rich man
Before a rich man heaven
So I'm in bitch, no wrist band
Movin', dippin', dodgin' through the
I've hasty, I be patient
I've been to be never heard from again
So when I got the
I be spendin' like we
Say, "he trippin'" you check my balance
10 years you can check my talents
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 you knew that
All those things you had when you was up was just stuff
Without it like, Kith, its Just Us
Who are you no one's looking?
niggas crooked, they money exposed
It's sunny until it's cloudy
And then you
That that door to the boat, will still be open when you it
it work out like before you
I wouldn't bet on that myself

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
pieces can't save you
VVS is
Best dressed, say
When niggas stress it true (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 of love?
It is, and I'm j-, I admitted that 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 told you that, 6 ago!)