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the treasure
XXX magazines up in the dresser
Me, my brothers making bets bout who go get it
And I bet I'll be the one cause I ain't timid
If I get caught I'm

of the penitentiary
This corny industry ah have you enemies
Death sentence if you dissing me
Distance myself from niggas
Yeah I be the rebel
I'm in a zone like I'm

everything you can to escape
This social distance shit show (what a shit show)

But just settle in to the quarantine
Flatten the Corona curve
They say the cure

can taste it
I can taste it
It was all a dream
Wishing i was in the source magazine
Five mic's on my latest Ep
Sales doing well
Fresh as hell in the XXL

he’s back it’s gone be a problem 
Now it’s Rolling Stone Magazine I kept my promise 
I had plenty help Sarine help me lock in 
Told me dig into my soul

Feed

Dark Globe

Nostalgia for the Future

2006

I saw her face in a magazine
She was there smiling back at me
It was a spark to the fire and I flew higher
Her hair as black as coal
Her eyes

a magazine
But still,
Well, you left me all alone (You left me with no other place to go)
With no one else to talk to (It's like you want me just to do this

You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby, ‘cause in the dark
You can't see shiny cars

Moment
I won't let you take my
Moment
I won't let you take my
I won't let you take my life
I'm in a war, I'm in a war
Tracking my distance and watching my

Measure up all my stacks with the ruler magazine
Livin' dreams, only gettin' what I want, what I need
Turn a seventeen beam to a fuckin' limousine
Don't be

than musician Amused when I give an intuitive listen 
I ain't into it I distance myself 

Cognizant of what it does my health Reconnaissance when it

Like its polo
My advice is keep yo distance
Dont try me dats a no no
Double o
Know ima dog
I don't play with no pussy cat
Get in dem draws
Kill that lil

Look like he chumping his folk wanna be jumping in
If one of yall niggas take a jab at me
For every hollow in my magazine
It'll be a casualty nigga

i'm Confident
Friend or foe
I can never tell the difference
Icy heart
I couldn't help but feel the distance
Can't feel a thing at all
I made through it

different since my brothers sentence
Heard niggas snitching I aint fucking with em
I keep em at a distance
My nerves be twitching when around you bitches
Cant

our witness, 
What is this?
We aren’t meant to be
Let’s keep our distance 
My wishlist? 
You want me to wait until this Christmas? 
Now I’m crazy baby

money 
Like I'm taking attendance 
Vvs diamond ring 
Now I'm dripping
Pouring promethazine  
Now I'm sipping
30 magazine
Ain't no slipping
Red dot beam

still 
Keep ya distance, I'm in the trenches, wit some gravediggers
Them niggas be swiping like they got a tinder
You niggas too old to be ratting like

codeine, magazines, and Promethazine got me cloudy
I'm heavy holding, and barely been dodging locks in the county
Before I reached my teen years, found me in

am a loser
I aint no rapper i run a religion
But I aint no closeted faggot like Christians
Use the glizzwald at social distance
That magazine full

a distance I'm different, ready for the smoke like an incent
We be loaded up with the metal like a tow truck don't be the next one in a blunt gettin' rolled up

wallet
Rockin shows magazines Bet MTV
Still get that royalty
But gotta hustle just to eat
Lotta conversations with pops
I took for granted
Lotta situations

meant for we
While we pretend to be, what we've seen on the big screen and the magazines
It's all a dream, a perfect couple is not what we were meant

things (big things )
Elevated my energy and you can see the gains (you see the money flowing)
And Keep them karmics in a distance
Stop projecting on me