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crib in Paris
Everybody knows about it and
I don’t know if you know this, but
He designs furniture, he
Designs lighting fixtures
And he had been working

'em
If you was smart you'll know authority ain't based on position
But, based off the presence you've given
I just pray that you get it but

me falling out a bit
Under a full moon, the color my jism
You can see you're in the distance
The images riveting
Given the way the clouds moved
It

don’t give a fuck
Pick it up and drop it like a dump truck
Going to the club
Get a bang for your buck
It’s all based off of your luck
Yea
Out here working

picture on da gram wit yo ass out
You image based off all the likes a nigga pass out
And wonder why a nigga smash den he smash out
You run a nigga away with

of immovable comfort
And make models from your solemn kind of humble

A famous modesty
Based upon equality
Many think they're smart
But you've aged into honesty

Straight up man, don’t try and spin it/
Involved, engaged in the rage of the hustle/
Based on the way they play the game and it’s trouble/
Excuses ambitions

shit slow or quick and he said all em. Um.
How can i give them my perspective so in depth so eclectic
Most of reception is based on perception
Niggas

you know there'll be more shit
Distort the image that just based on where you're born shit
Ignore it
That shit ain't important
It's bound to get

were less smart
Whether or not you pass or fail
Limit disaster ain't gotta master from when you took a class for 
Yale where all spirits on a physical

independence
That's my M.O., not denial
Matter 'o fact, fill me with anger
Only fuel for my desire
Every time you fuck with me
You're only lighting a fire CUT

mother and her fucking grandmother
Fear and anxiety set in my biology
Studied chemistry, never got good grades
But I'm street smart, I know exactly what

Maybe
If I was famous
Y'all would take the
Things I say to heart
Man I play the fuckin' part
Of the G.O.A.T
Everything I'm doing is art
And I'm lighting

my feet make
Step proud ain't no fucking with dude
Old ways of thinking still come from the news
Niggas stuck in a loop a noose tightened
Smart leaving

at fame
Or am I a still image in a frame
Still stuck with heartache an pain
I've had everything taken from me
All that remains are the scars you see
This