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count up dead faces
Money cause problems and changes
My hundreds blue yeah they painted
Stay lookin' at these dead faces
I'm tryna' count up sum money

any attempts
To obfuscate
Don't get it confused
I'm not singing the blues
Just stay on ya ones and twos
it's time to move

Movin'
Shooting from coast

break you off
Hear your voice echo thru my loft
Oooh Your skin so soft
It’s so Devine
Touching your body gots me lost in time
Intoxicated by the taste

I take my wings off you

Yes
I have abandoned you
Yes
I left you feeling black and blue
With your alcoholic
deep neurotic
tendencies
your little

pretty blue eyes
You're not from around I'm surprised
The hell am I going to do
I know I be loving the views
I be splitting those legs up in two
Aye

from out of state we buy it by the pound
Yeah, let them know I'm in my zone
If it ain't bout backends nigga please don't call my phone
Dripping sauce

to hit you
So get me out this squad car
It's feeling very awkward
By the way I'm just a block or
Two from where I started walking
I'm anti corporation anti

better get from by me ‘fore I leave you in two
Looking funny I just laugh at you niggas
Getting money with the traction I’m pulling
Getting women that I

friends but
Still can’t blow up? Okay sonic boomer
Work and love are two ends of the rope
You keep the ring in that pocket
And let her sleep in

Yup, I rep the few that
Could sell you their life story in two acts, from New Yack
The he who would find glory and knew that
I started in

Blue Yankee fitted, get like me
AZGs on the feet, get like me
Off the lot new V, get like me
I’m tryin' to tell these niggas, get like me
Bag shawty

Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying

Hair long (Yeah?)
Nisa Longga (Ok)
Make you say my name before you let me put it on ya
Came from the bay you can tell by my persona (Yee!)
Bitty thang

on a Sunday
I be rippin' up the runway
All about that gun play
We all die one day
Die rich, what I say
Loose back
Two straps
White T and blue hat
Chevy gettin'

the beginning
GO!

I'll never fall off, I'll never lose my skill
I'm a Gemini man, diagnosed as too ill
2 L's when I smoke, Mr.Smith with steel
I'm an Ice Cube

upon ourselves 
kindled by lack of self-respect

we all have our bad habits and love to make contraptions
to process the denial and all of the blue
but

(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh

Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang,

through a lot of things
From a lay off, lay off
Thought we'd have to lay off off some comfort
Too nurtured by the suburbs
How much time do I have?
How much

on a two year deal I'm a make you mine
Held back strong but now I'm biting
On this lead I'm a need untying I'm sorry girl I swear I'm trying but this new

enter
Leave you lookin Puffy
I tell these fools get off me
Ah! might just kiss myself (MWAH)
Gorilla glue for my blues
Tryna fix myself
Bro I never lose

with a 7 now I'm trappin shit by the bowl  movin shit up in kc beofre u heard a pat mahomes and These blue tips go right threw tissues tendons breaking

see me
I'm too nice, I can't never be greedy
Came from a time when nobody could feed me
I been flipping this paper, gymnastics
Moving in silence, this

Would never steal from his neighbor
But what do I got a lose
Not a dollar left in my shoes
Seen the benjamin franklin blues
And these niggas don't want

want and more
Girl what you lookin' for?
I got I got I got I got

Come from the city by the Bay
Bad bitches studying at State
Tell me when to go and when