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faith there's a better way
Don't just sell your soul
Money, money, money makes the world go down
You see me out here i'm making these moves
But the money

Is this my karma
Is this my karma
Is this my

Making millions wasn't easy and it wasn't fast
But you still built your treasure coming up from

could find somebody like me
Young kid coming out the east side
Homegrown never on a leash
Where love ain't nothing but a peace sign
You could never aim

I’m dead prolly
Preparation the key get ahead mami
I swear to god these niggas love how I rock
They be talking it better whenever I drop
Keep on the low

with something
Hey she gotta be mixed with something
From the heights in jerz
To the bay with loose screws
Some of the finest home cooked meals
Making

years back he'd kill the black man 
But he's killing the poc by giving them harsh sentences in prison 
Why should they get it harsh and for a long time

stuck in high school, you love that popular shit 
Anything with substance you don't get 
I get it now, I see why you hate my shit 
The last pick, playing

the kitchen watching niggas whipping work til it bubble like a starcrunch
Disregard if they arent us
Me and mines get to seeing signs
Thorough nigga you should

it's hard to find the right vibe
But it's hard to find yourself and then get shot up in a drive-by
Life really sucks
I hate to speak on things without

the line
That jealousy and greed be reeking
When they walking by
So I got cautious eyes
And only like to talk in signs
I gotta whole, I give you half of that

Every time
To another level
Every time I rhyme
To far forward
To ever fall behind
I'm on the fly
Making moves cuz of past signs
Surpassing time

implicit
Exquisite, stare through holes in truth and miss it
Kiss it, the face of lady death make her my mistress
Thing is, love is a drug and we addicted

do you see
Run with me
To the top do you see
Who the best
Who the best
If they tell you I ain't grinding
That's CAP
Posted up by street signs
Seen

hand 
But with you it's, breezy

Woke up this morning see you right by my hip
I thought it was sick
I'd never think I'd have my own boo 

One o'clock

on the tongue, can't get it out my system
Systemic with the love, kamikaze everything I touch
We was busy making vows in a rush
Couldn't see the world burn around

cause these nigga hate
Like fuck that
Niggas get up close I might just clutch that
Henny got me dancing by myself like I ain't kno that
And these pussy

how did I not know what was so obvious to see?
I've been making up excuses for a while
This is not the love I thought I'd find so I just sit and smile

blowing out spines
And if it ain't about that paper
Boy you wasting my time
I'm a king you a peasant
Pay attention to the signs
I'ma king dream scheming
For

you brute force
When I pull up to yo crib you better be wearing short shorts
Looking for my reasons aye I can't even find no sources
All these signs

haters!
Haters ain't audible
Me? I'm unstoppable
Stopping ain't plausible
Rolling thru stop signs
Ignoring red lights
Road to the top
Don't need no brake

I don't know much
But what I do
I mix together in this lyrical stew
I cook it up by the track for you
Use it as a potion
A devotion of truth

Ugh

ain't matinee
I ain't hit you back, was in outer space but now I'm in the cut like razor blades
Everyone around me making waves, we all up for life there

Smoking on gas you can tell by the smell
Fuck wit my dawgs imma sit in that cell
Since you a demon I send you to hell
Give him the ball and yk he going sell

that
That payslip got you by the ballsack 
Weasel man mad at me, never liked the salary 
Said I'm lucky he ain't sacking me it baffled me 
Not every