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everything ain’t what it seems
Just a cocky nigga gon get it by any means
Learned a couple lessons that life is but a dream
So I’m running, running, running

messiah
Walk inside a room, the bitches offer up vagina
I'm eating Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China
Find a hoe's not a ho and strippers, but they

tired of hanging with fakes
Man I'm tired of hanging with snakes
One by one I eliminate
Yeah you bitch you was a mistake
That relationship I had to escape

Emotions cloud my judgement, now I'm tryna figure out
Never taking chances any snitches come around, out
Running from these dangers, had it in my face it's

off them onions  when we rolling in that drip
Need two hundred fifty Richard Milly that's a drizzle on my wrist

I'm from the Go straight off the Curv

Lights camera action
I'm stuck in a movie

Why does it feel like I'm stuck in a movie
I'm starting to believe that my life is a movie
I'm not

want and what I need
Low key anxiety
Low key anxiety
I'll see you as running by
Sweetie pie
I love you but I gotta say goodbye
So I'll see you as I'm

you'd've taken me with you wherever you went
They talk all night and they talk all day
Not for a minute, do I believe anything they say
I'm gon' bring

Hello i'm Richard Roses
And I'm here to help you relax

You've been stressed out about your day-to
Day and traditional sleep techniques
Like drinking

Where I'm From

Digable Planets

Beyond the Spectrum: The Creamy Spy Chronicles

2005

it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from

Where I'm From

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from

you’re broke
Cause I’m God’s creation done right
With a spirit of excellence running through my veins, practically my blood type
Like ‘thug life’s’

When you gon pick one girl
Ngl you also kinda cute bro
Fuck it freestyle onna beat
I’m almost outta time
Wasn’t rlly tryna rap
Running to the bag
Yuh

Richard with the stern
Come and catch a lift bitch I'm flyer than a bird
I utilize words and I do like to learn
Change every day
Brand new pockets with

say hasta manana
Soft and chewy Honky Kong fooey, reggae not rasta tough stuff
Can I rock?

[Chorus]

[Shaq]
I'm the hooper, the hyper
Protected by

Like who am I? Girl who am I?
I'm running low on my pill supply
But I'm not surprised cause I been getting high
Gettin too faded without you
Girl without

I wake up just to get the bag, I do not have a choice
The rap game don't like me, cause I'm making all of the noise
Richard Mille and Amiris, I want

alone with the voices
and haunted by choices that repay

the empty room
inquiring sea
not a single soul will come in aid
impending doom
just leave him be

buildin' heart

They can say what you was, what you not
What you don't or do got
But that stop when they find out MARX the son of SPEC from Brainard Park...

changed in front of my eyes that’s what I’m not condoning. Yeah! I’m in the Benz or the Porsche pant drip drop. Silent killer like the presidential rolly

I don't appreciate when I'm fucked up by myself
And you deserve me
It's like I'm so unworthy
I don't appreciate all those restless nights
I was

popping these pills
She's in love with me, I'm a player still
Running it up to a hundred mill
Put that on my godson
I'm with Albe so you don't want problems

and that was supercharged sex
I'm done with her, moving on, and yo mama's next
When she's not with me, I'm thinking about her while beating up Richard
I'm

to probation I'm high
Richard Mille and my white vest
I might put my darg to the test
I just put the TVs in the rear
And I put some VVs in her ear
My nigga