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honest
But my niggas money hungry
Owning companies, went to college
First you get a couple slaves
Make them work a couple days
By a couple, every fucking

I sip the finest coffee, and burn the finest trees
Brushing all hate from off me, and neaten up my sleeves
Fresh and fly, death will die, angels near

can. step it.     On the stairs
Get lifted.    At the gym
We can slide        By. My sleigh
 Shoot it   off   Of ur rim
 
See how  d  tracks lay
Long

Stifled by the music but i still love you
Don't get another man baby wait for me
Hour after hour in the studio
Fuck bragging bout some hoes still lonely

Every time I look at you, have to do a double take
'Cause you're a kaleidoscope of Kristofferson, Bob Dylan and John Wayne
Been swallowed by

Anxiety attack had me thinking I was gon' die
Got rushed to hospital in an ambulance
Heart beating so fast I couldn't handle it
By the time that it was

fare
Up and duck em, bob your head for something
To feel nothing a sanctuary
Look for an angel to carry
With our eyes closed screaming bloody mary
Its

world tour
Influential rap shows and rhythmic keynotes
Bob and weave. Left hook, brush stroke
The vision been muy sabroso. Muay Thai elbow
A few dead

like Marley
Cause everything gone be fine
Ready for whatever it’s too late to hit that rewind
Ima hood angel, stay protected by my DE-MONS
These nighas

really die, we just lift off
Fishbowl views to the big pond
Where the sharks even admit that he spit raw
I been guarded by my angels
What you bringing

Winchester will coming soon, the angels need to fly
Devils on the ground, rewrite the story of our lives
Let me tell you something I swear, to God´s

She get in she so amazed by all da buttons in my car
I speed off prolly swing dis bitch she screamin oh my god
She keep saying make a wish bitch

I’m disillusioned by the fact that I’m not more than just me,
Probably why my girl ditched, and I’m tripping the fuck out
Lost at the sight of a similar

every night
Fire squad, that’s word to J. Cole 
Maybe I’ll open for him one day I suppose 
And not just Monday, but some day, like B.o.B., who knows
If

bitches after
I know a killer who keep his hammer he like Bob the builder
I ain't never get along wit my parents I felt just Matilda
And you know I dont

Angels like Charlie
Or getting one love like Bob Marley
Now over 40 and instead of a midlife crises
I'm the life of the party
But In those dark days I

insecure thotty
That ain't no job it's a hobby
By all means get yo' bag
About this you can't brag
Them girls living bad
So they cant call themselves mommy

hack of a Bob Saget-y act is embarrassing
You're the saddest thing to happen to Magic since The Gathering
I'm hanging by my ankles, on a crane I dangle
I

perks of being God's gift
I'm gift wrapped, they ain't gone never try me
It ain't only on phones I'm verified by Face-ID
Look. Trying to get closer

ain't see you spend a buck

Bob, weave, I stick and I move
Me and my niggas up early just trynna get High before school
It don't sit easy when I see

and gentlemen
Bob ross flow
With a little extra melanin
Drive by slow with the speakers
And you can tell a friend
Chi-ca-going to Kansas City
I'm here again

knowledge
She ain't got loot so commutes to a community college
Black, light in her room everything glow in the dark
Pictures of Bob Marley & weed cause shes

appetite for balance in my aerials
Your blessing is unbearable
It’s hard to wonder why when your a miracle
An angel couldn’t make me turn my carousel

And 'In the heights' 
Hamilton I'm scrambling these words I write
Bob Ross paint a picture while I paint my life 
16 in D.C. I might take ya bike 

If Tupac