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Can I get a cup of Joe for this grown man in my seat?
Ma used to say you're ready to marry when you're feet
Can touch the ground, sitting

Yeah, it's LightPo
Got a gun on my hip, ready to fire
Keep one in the chamber, bitch I can't die
LightPo is the man I can't lie
In this life you only

of Orion
Take on the world is what I tell myself
I'm just a man with a passion for non-material wealth
Searching for truth behind bars never been in a cell

A bow on a stack that's a present from the wealth
Ugh
A heart is what you lack, here some coal to trade it back
Neva knew a white Santa
Only Clause i knew

to debate, man, leave me alone
You're worshiping satan worshipers harvesting Adrenochrome
Operation Mockingbird might concoct a purge
I know you think it is,

the price that's my new tradition
That's my new tradition
I give a fuck pay the price that's my new tradition

Man on a mission
ever since the days I was

to the brim
Jah Bless
Jah Bless

Gold is gold
Whether it is in the hands of a prince or a pauper
Righteous man or a shutter
You don't know say the treasure lies

it's like that
Now I'm right back
Put y'all bars on the dry rack
Or the ice pack
I won't wave a damn white flag
Imma fight back
On a flight back
Won't

and an axe to grind
Blind white rage against the guiltless

I'm turning cold while I wait for the world to explode
I'm waiting for the world to explode while I

work pay off
Do you need to ball
Hell, hell yeah
You independent, don't need a man
Educated cause the world would run a scam
Hard enough being black

You know the fuckin' vibes
Gotta sip this water before I hit the stu man
I'm bout to roll up some gas though, mhmm
Hold on, uh uh uh uh uh, Brodie

don't need a man for anything
So my existence is no longer essential
I'm either in prison
Switch and loving other men or lacking ambition
Or have deep

Yeah I got the cake 'cause I got a day job
Imma let my lemonade talk
When I'm sittin' at my desk man I really hate y'all
Fuel for my other day job

else imma get this money
I dont want yo hoe forever you could keep her dummy
Put a 1 on it and wrap the man up like a mummy
Trackhawk trackhawk

Aye
When me and my niggas make It
We gone be able look back and say this shit was been made for us
Aye what you smokin on
I got White Runtz in my blunt

never bought it
Nonchalant
I'm never bothered
I'm just tryna see some dollars With this white collar jargon
Some cause drama
Never bargain for the karma

there, yeah I'm feeling like I'm chosen
Man I got options, you can't guess what I just rode in
I'ma pull up to yo' spot in an all white Lotus
Baby get

down man I know all these bitches gone scream when I walk in
Yung Drippy Dri on the road to the racks I ain't into the talkin

And shoutout my shooters

Yeah you prolly got access to a strap
But it ain't yours
It's your big brothers
I had to cut some n***** off
Cause they was dick suckers
White

Malone yeah 'What's up
Uncle still out here selling White
Change the game like I'm Iverson
Pray to God but I still Sin
In the end man who wins
She like,

I like a natural woman, I'm not attracted to lipstick
Respectful conversation leads to lips on my dipstick
White girls love Dipset, but don't be

the green paired with white
Light be shining through my very depths it ain't dense
No fence between us, man, I'm grateful for her sweetness

Uniqueness like

Won't catch me popping no pills hell she do hell nah I don't mind it
And he say that he getting more pape than us oh man bitch I doubt it
And these

the four by four, with the four doors, got your girl begging for more
Ya' mans here finna rap that four, with a broken arm, damn girl that's poor
I know you