Lyrics:
It's been too long
Asked you what your favorite color is
Wondering what the creases in your photograph look like now
I play the guitar for you
Not
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
you cry
Threatening the silent treatment doesn't qualify
It's like money in the bank, your expression is blank
But while the chance appears you'll be
to the crease
Yea got Carhartt sweater
G-Got Carhartt drip (got Carhartt drip)
Pop Vicodin
(yeah) and Henny by the Fifth (fifth)
And smokin' on nun' but the zip,
the crossing of Orion
The heart isn’t watching over you but Orion can
Orion
Darken den creases the bleeding
Clouds go by unheard but screaming
Dig up something
I see myself there waiting by the roadside
Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in
No name, no history
Just a target on my
while you ran outta luck
You got a bad bitch but I call her debris
It's all in my genes man I ironed out a crease
Coz I'ma do it till a nigga believes
with the paint in the balls
Catch you by the elevator and paint the hall
My BGS soldiers
Whippin' the big tanks to war
Grippin' shanks and swords
Quick
Winter, Imma get it
You can tell I got cake by the golds in my teeth
Slow creep down the street, I can only hear the beat
I cannot answer my phone, leave
time
I won't go singing too much in rhymes
Love songs are cool
Don't forget to live by your golden rules
I'll see you soon, 'cause you know
You know I
skin
All the one mind
Floored by design
Speak as you find
Speaking as you find
Staggering blind
As you chase time
Waste time
Blank expression, blank
more life on the run, livin' life as a fugitive
Unregistered gun and marijuana smoke in my lungs
To decrease the stress ('crease the stress)
Got
begging for my mixtape.
I ain't even gotta flex, Y.B.E. Super Great
20 minutes, Sold-Out, buying blanks by the crate
You all ready know he be Kodac, 9mm
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Niggas they don't want no smoke, I looking smoke by the p's
I keep a blick in my reach little bitch when I roaming the streets
Yeah I came out of that
your mind's sight, blind by the thirst to make it work
Sometimes you gotta lay it in the dirt
Let 'em know
Let 'em know
All must always, always go,
shield of faith
We preach that God still heals and He saves
Ain't no other names to fill in the blank
JESUS You came and changed and You made me this way
Infatuation
Taking all the groove
We feel inside
Tell me baby
As you hold me tight
Just tell me
That it's okay
We'll take it day by day
Create
a lil faster
Please
Speed
By the looks you
Seem intrigued
Immaculately
Tease
Iron sharp
Pants Crease
Bigger plates
Bigger feast
So tired of
Changing
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
The crucible of pain will forge
The blanks of sin, begin again
You are free to choose a life to live
Or one that's left to lose
Virgins in the teeth
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in
shirt, you could see the crease
Pager on my hip, drugs by the key
Ghost-white limo, cocaine limousine
Different color syrups, different color weed
Your
The reflection in the mirror shows the lines beside your eyes
And you're frowning at the creases in your cheeks formed by your smile
Cause inside,
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