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Who's the most self
Lately I've been lookin' at less
leavin' store fronts bagless
Designer and conversations with facists
Mister Wilder's a myth, theMIND is a
I mean, so is gift
No longer ashamed of my thread
In bed with a girl who's not ashamed of her head
Still I wake up with cold sweats
get to sleep it off
Pray this woman me soft
Instant
I mean, now I'm
hard for a nigga who never had shit to have shit
You turned into store front, paper or plastic?
You for it
My dad says the blessings will rain down
I pray I sane 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 the only real measure
Of the letter word
I my ego in gold
I wear bitch like a fur
The only protection from the coast is the moments that I rather

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

love
Fuck a
your lover, get some head-love
Break with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
Cause you don't that
Fuck a nigga feedback
We where the keys at
You see, I'm only ever lost I ask where the trees at
Milly rockin' through the
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' I'm talking
What I'm really
metaphor
Most niggas out here silly
"We'll talk it, Mick"
Lot of people like to around a point, I couldn't even bust a waltz around it
I've been tryna one
See a chance, that I'ma take one
Only mobbin' my day one niggas
Only for like 15 minutes in a different city
I'm on tour
More contemporary than a war tour, not a label
I don't play with
Talkin' color palettes, silhouettes
You see me takin'
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 like that

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus pieces save 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...

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

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

Oh you never heard say it's a different type 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!)