Dummy Pr00f
Lu Sid
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Pray the four five don't ring off Another four or five don't seem long A ton of low eyes tears gleam off Another Man down, don't sing songs You can put him on a T shirt But it's really played out as far as street merch I know it sounds out of touch and that seems worse But to know the meaning gotta know what i mean first When you come from a place where needing is selfish And being selfish is raw and feeding is frail shit The homies getting along but leaving you helpless Niggas will feed on the strong, the scenery shellfish Crab ass, put they dawg on blast, slide on the next nigga Because they hard on cash And they wonder why I don't trust shit If you'd seen what I've seen you would know it's f*ck shit I think money is fine I know it comes wit the crime And crime pays a little more than the company time But too far is too far if nothing aligns Got you in the crib really tryin to hide from the outside Because it feels better inside You think you're safe from the outside? You ain't safe from your own mind, from your own mind Counting up cash but it never amounts, to a therapist the merits of a pattern of doubt I left my old lifestyle but at least it had a sunny view Self isolation dong better because my money grew Niggas pressing me on my status Get you some cunny Lu I appreciate the concern but I'm a running fuse away from goals I set in the past And all they wanna do is stay trigger happy but them straps ain't dummy proof Ducky niggas still getting chewed like gummies do Past ten months I'm in the crib Six jobs like I'm Kevin Gates, junkie to the pen Making beats, what the f*ck is sleep slave to the grid Slave to the end, picking on my brain till it fin Jaded within, I think the pain got a friend Know your enemy your homies might fold you for big chains and split change Ya'll calling it "real" but know the Shits lame Crazy, Your big homie know it too I bet you he was doing fine till I brought it up And I won't lie and say I never did that shit myself I had to learn to make my money by my lonely, Bruh Karma is a bitch and I believe she got a crush on me Cause I ain't never seen a cell and you can call it luck My father knew what he was doing when he was making me That nigga was tryin to get a nut, and he got a nut Well matter of a fact, four them, do something You get the nerve to try me? introducing my new lover The clip hold thirty shots and imma hit you with two dozen And now they gotta hold his ass together, go group hug him Somebody try to tell me how I'm thinking is too much And the fact i speak my mind is every reason we're screwed Up But let somebody run up on me tripping, my tool tucked I figured he ain't going home and what you do? Yeah, Okay I think money is fine I know it comes wit the crime And crime pays a little more than the company time But too far is too far if nothing aligns Got you in the crib really tryin to hide from the outside Because it feels better inside You think you're safe from the outside? You ain't safe from your own mind, from your own mind You ain't on your own You ain't safe from your own, damn You ain't on your own You ain't safe from your own, damn You ain't on your own You ain't safe from your own, damn
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