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See it on my block right now
Right now

In a relay but it't fuck a race
Be a model but it's fuck a face
Be exquisite but it's fuck your taste
That

pop a ten and roll these roaches up, I'm gettin re-faded

Jamming by myself, songs of mine replaying
Numb, I feel my nervous gone, I can't relay

get it
Picture me in the frame
Single star shit
Studded diamonds on my wrist
I cut you fools up with my crisp
Summers back then I’m on my pimp
Cookie

Nuclear submarines, fighter jet war planes
War games! War games
Search warrant issued, kickin down door frames
Begin from the start, when computers had

because

Everybody want the same thing
New chain, new car and the same ring
I just wanna make money with the same gang
New glass, new frame, but

you live
Where you stay
Never slow the roll
Cause the bag relay
How they in the way
These niggas making up the
Hate they feel
Don't nobody feel the same

overthrow you
From the frame of mind you've been used to
But love has a mystical way
Of catching up on the relay
When you least expect it, it comes to you

Yea
I'm too smooth
You always wearing frames like you way too cool
Balenciaga step we not allowing Jimmy Choo
They always give me credit I ain't

Gotta run in your veins
Sometimes gotta risk it all
My life ain't a game all I see is money
Through these Cartier frames
Zap talk bands on you, hittin'

the realest
So these Cartier frames are the fake
So what you got paper
But not respect
Back with your ex man, his scars around your neck
You were just a cut

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Put this thing in a frame
Better know I don't blame
Everything that I say, man
I seen you deflate
Let me elevate, this ain't

Cris now give me
Light call me Sean Paul
Jean Paul Gaultier I got my frames on
And I had to throw my Alexander Wang on

I got kitty on my breath
And some

that Cris now give me
Light call me Sean Paul
Jean Paul Gaultier I got my frames on
And I had to throw my Alexander Wang on

I got kitty on my breath

niggas fall
Yeah I'm ballin' dunkin' on 'em call me John Wall
I got that Cris now give me light call me Sean Paul
Jean Paul Gaultier I got my frames

get side love
You lost in the frame
High up
I'm getting my mind up
I'm getting this paper
The paper keeping the grind up
All while eyes shut
S-sleeping

Frame, its nice too meet ya
How ya doing, how ya feel, what you
Dranking *clink* cheers
Let's skip the small talk I'd like to keep it real
Be vulnerable,

And I wrote this shit
On the ground but
I felt like I was
50,000 miles In the sky
I just spent a checc
On some Cartier Frames
Woah woah, woah, woah
I

Locked in cross on my back
Mega laces the frame
Garment bags on my racks
Tossing prices on bed
Ate a cake on random day
Think I'm blessed random fate

the lames
Lamer inner games
Skinny's insane
In the mother fucking
Frame of light
Dear momma
God frame this up

Calling the shots
I'm taking shots
Popping off

frames they going to see past your ass
Carats in my ear rings we singing and dancing
I'm in your bitch crib and we having a blast
Insanity written it's

relay
And if you got me like you say you do You won't leave, you'll stay
Been first, the only time I'm cool with being the same place
I am who I am, fuck

southern slang over
Something so conservative
Swingin' lane to lane
Candy coated sippin' purple shit
Mind frame, I herbal it
Southern MC of my caliber, never

Your girl going insane ughh
Speeding in the whip
Yeah rolling down the freeway
I don't want that bitch nah, pass her like a relay
Diamonds they legit

the kinda place for
You to come an relax
I only relay what is facts
I came in the game with an axe
Smokin a pack and half before
You could finish a fag
Now