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irreversible Sometimes it's a curse to bear Crashin' down again Luck is bad again You don't care how I feel Lookin' glass is dim Moldin' round the rim Guess
thing I gain like a tip I just shot a reel we'll call it a clip She followin' me now what does that say? I'm moldin' myself just like some clay I'm-I'm
and moldin' and out of me he's bringing out the best From the outside looking in all they see is my flesh Lookin' at me with hidden motives tryin' to put me
to get a few heads bobbing (Repeat) It go bang bang boogie, I'm sick like a loogie I'm w(e)iser than Bud, I'm thicker than blood I'm moldin' in time,
Holdin' me, then scoldin' me He moldin' me...Controllin' me Can't you see? I'm not a puppet or a toy First degree, I got burned How am I supposed
Young nigga so cold I done told ya Uh, I don't talk if you is drone I been moldin' that Papa said I don't belong, but I be over that 23 and rolling out
a animal, goated He say he don't like me, noted See all of this cheese that I'm holdin I got so many old hunnids in the bankroll they moldin I'm smokin'
on your back porch I tried moldin' myself to your standards I tried being the one with your answers And I tried replacin' sleep with caffeine You're
the cream Picked em up in the afternoons and told 'em some things You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens Yo, never lay your head where
the cream Picked em up in the afternoons and told 'em some things You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens Yo, never lay your head where
know that dishwasher may be a beholder Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah Or that boy Rick Ross would be moldin' the culture I push
of fortune it spins Holdin' The rhythm like elastic Moldin' Your whole body like plastic So why try to deny what ya already know ya love Up above Cause
one, two, three, four I oversee the world You taught many of 'em, many dudes I'm moldin' rappers and showed 'em how to eat Chef, the senator
know that dishwasher may be a beholder Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah Or that boy Rick Ross would be moldin' the culture I push
begin the wheel of furtune it spins holdin' the rhythm like elastic moldin' your whole body like plastic so why try to deny what ya already know ya love
tell them niggas we holdin' Money comin' and goin' old breadyeah it's moldin' Cartel I control it, from every drug I dun sold it 50 Bottles
your house down) And relocate you to the motorhomes Holdin' pullin' moldin' chrome Oldest, dopest, grossest flow Killer, father, loving home Family
into is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers To pull guns
tell them niggas we holdin' Money comin' and goin' old breadyeah it's moldin' Cartel I control it, from every drug I dun sold it 50 Bottles
[after DJ Premier intro] [Guru] It's that wise older brother That mind-moldin brother Still that nine-holdin brother, spittin like no other I
or borrow Group to conquer land like ain't no tomorrow Made the Sun King jealous 'cause he couldn't do a moldin Pops I'm not to happy the way you jackin this
[after DJ Premier intro] [Guru] It's that wise older brother That mind-moldin brother Still that nine-holdin brother, spittin like no other I
get money, don't talk and don't brag it (shh) Hide the money, it's moldin' with maggots (hide the money) Get the TP, they never could track it (get
sittin' bitches Picture me rollin' An If you talkin' that work Well tell them niggas we holdin' Money comin' and goin' all Yeah it's moldin' cartel 50
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