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is I'm countin' money by the pound
Pound for pound, you can't deny
I'm a O.G. tough guy, blue check verified
Doin' drives worldwide, brokered deals

You're feeling surrounded and feeling alone
As you stand by the door and you stare at your phone
There's nothing you want from these handshake freaks

fade you like carlos did 
you is an opposition fuck yo handshake 
have you hiding in the attic like anne frank
do to much dissing and hissng you dead

was careful greeting
Faint handshake lacking touch
Naively lost discretion
Of course, expecting much
Forgot I wouldn't do this
And probably so did you

days here together. Whether the forecast looks better, we'll still escape it by burrowing into the cold.

You're not, you're not the same person I

days here together. Whether the forecast looks better, we'll still escape it by burrowing into the cold.

You're not, you're not the same person I

hugs from thugs
Giving half-assed handshakes
Niggas can't even look at my damn face, the man fake
All I ever wanted to do was live comfortably
Can't

up missin' With that mac today, no patty cake
No handshake when I see him He gon' blast a K or catch a fade
Fuck around, then I might delete him I was

I looked among them some used to be on my side
Jealousy behind these handshakes I swear it's sad
I swear that shit is sick
Supposed to be my dawg how

is constantly rising
By learning to be a lot more compromising
Digital nomading. Making a living designing
Synchronized energy, self-care,

the sun.

His apparel a reminder
Of old women and dimestore clerks.
Handcreamed handshakes,
cnd the backstabber's friendliness.
He'll grab a hold like

But if I've been burning anyway						

50 shades of red now
Got spat back out by the ground
Was overdraft flash
My phone got smashed
And so did I
Cut my

haven't done yet
Some of us are out here living day by day
Check the check

Some of us can't even get a job yet
There's so many programs
Yet there's so many

give a fuck who you with, them pussy niggas supposed to die

Fell a fake love through the handshake, catch a nigga by surprise
Pussy nigga, you ain't

Wonder how you got fucked up, was it just by design
Walked up niggas shut up, I took that as a sign
Two years later they asking for features, shit blows my

handshake could never work with me
Ain't life great? Money never late
My five look like your ten plate
I hustle hard and smart and take plenty risk and do

Never been too close
Reaching out for love
Want to have a handshake with ya
Growing all the plastic babies
In an artificial womb
With mothers chained

Want to hold hands? Well, I guess that fine
It's one way to show are hearts are aligned
Secret handshake? That would be divine
But there's a better

damned, damage is standard
Stamped, ravaged and branded, and grandstanded and granted in handshakes
With one drop, one knot
How much can a man take?
Keep up

and I exhale,
Bouncing on this bitch love the way she screams,
See how she sucking on my dick like its ice cream,

Extend my greetings, no handshakes,
Cos

Like a flower bed with blight
Like a handshake with no right
Never mentioned, never tried
You need things I can't provide

No, I never could quite

real the ass fake, never been in last place

They can keep them handshakes, insecure ass snakes
Eddie V it's lamb Steaks, we can do this for lunch
Stayed

on tirera sur ses humains, si jamais ça jouent les surhommes
Tu t'rappelles de nous ou tu fais crari ?
Drive by en clio 3 si j'sors la rari
J'vais rouler sur

just handshakes 'cause hugs would be gay

And you drink Natty Light till you pass out on the couch most nights
With Bill O Reilly yelling sweet nothings