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alignment
Residue burned, mist of the inner-city
Miscommunication to keep homi' detective busy
No protection is risky
Desensitized, I vandalized pain

Ayo, don't even worry 'bout it, my legendary stylin'
Between Harry Belafonte and Harry Allen
I'm from a city where it's violent and it's

Colder than December

I can see the snow fallin' down
A blanket of white is coverin' this town
Ice crystals when I look around
Lookin' up at the sky

say man my money long
Call me Stretch Armstrong
Big ass chain on my junk yard dog shit
Viagra swagga, fuck all yeall shit
Haha, mike stop the beat
Hear

They say the city never sleeps
Well neither do I
I've got a hundred dollars calling my name
And I wrote a letter to myself in your writing
It still

Of the dark niggas
Claimin' hard
Be left with body parts in the yard
Bitch I got you scared
Unless you prepared to take the test
Hope you study hard
When this

like wine glasses 
Made of crystal without fingerprints 
And windows of skyscrapers in the city 
And she told me when she felt sad 
She'd twist

landscaping the yard
Jaw droppingly beautiful McMansion 
The wife makes sure they're working hard
Jaw droppingly beautiful McMansion 
Jorge's out gardening

a Catahoula cur dog deep in the grass
​You​ ain't welcome in my yard ​you can't sit up on my porch
If you come around here get ready to hold da torch
City

And I wanna be where you are
Hear the babes out in the yard
And the leaves all changing bright
And you’re holding me tonight
And I wanna be where you

take a break and go to Florida
Matter fact, been a minute, feelin anxious cross the border

And I been killin' em like Jason up in Crystal Lake
And I got

All of yo shit, I cannot condone
Hoes on my dick, they trynna get on
I’m not replying , get out my phone
Look what I’m in, exclusive V Lone
Crystal

acid
You never hit me
I'm in ya city
All dirty I'll blow you up like Kirby
In a derby when you miss me
You're times are narrow in
When I tear ya skin
I'm

me, it's all dumb
It's all numb
But when you make it out of Richmond all them yard signs show up
On the front lawn it says "not in my backyard"
But you

in, now I got a back yard, act hard/
Get your shit cracked, I'm a black god/
Fully automatic clips, I ain't with the bullshit/
Standing at the pulpit,

supposed to take you serious?
The way I move kinda make you curious
The way I drip damn near broke the mirror
I don't need no crystal ball to tell my future

A hundred yard dash pounds and birds
I trample the block like a herd
Gone off syrup
But I still maintain - tryna leave the
Game but the light bill due
Really