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like a diamond
From the rough no bluff
I see there ain't no tricks
Cellulite I see no flaws in you
Call you Stella how you got your groove
Look at you

put no cash up
Nigga I'm tired of playing so its time to turn the gas up
Got in my bag and I swear I aint been broke since, Niggas aint gettin no money

a metal shelter, not my clothing in the dresser
Inspiration killer, pro writer makes the best of it
Give me any subject, do mind trick, I can make a song

you...

I stop by the mailbox...
There's nothing in it
But a trick of a cruel shadow
Made it look for a minute
Like there was a letter from you...
I had

run get hit like Rick
Know they blinded by the lies, know they blinded by the tricks
Know they buggin' like some flies know that they's a walkin' lick

All I've ever heard us talking bout
is how the time goes by then the clock runs out 
Wine by the bottle, what I'm talking bout
i think we need

off
Shit
Can't pass it up
Had to uh
Redo the math cause the money is staking up
Don't you be acting tough
I'm fucking your girl in the back of the Acura

retrieving his Ass was like fifty two pick up
I'm a wonderful magician asleep full of tricks and then
*poof* gone in a minute divided by sixty
That's a snap

an r-e-s-i-and-g first
He didn't climb or work
There's not a dime in his life that he earned
I was inspired by the flightless bird
On a pack of cigs
And then since

the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this
End result of dying sits
Persistently encloaked in dimness
Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know

money baby
(Outfit Bathing Ape)
Baby girl, can you kiss me through the phone?
Popping shit all night long
(I'm in the A for the day, I'm in the H for

Play That Beat Mr. DJ

Whiz Kid & YSL

Tommy Boy's Greatest Beats 1981-1996 [Box Set]

1998

of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think

you can't see who's in it
There's no limit to how many mics get tore a minute
If the party's cracking then I'm in it

We got the party locked down, what

that heroin
Trappin in my sandals runnin
Shots like I'm deon
Usta fuck wit JPD squeezin lil breon
Pressure bust they pipes turn out to be peons
Youngin

this attitude came
Heroes turn to villains in this novel
And the pieces fall right into place
It’s the generational grasp on reality
Looking dead in

a bow tie
People don't like us they pass by
Shooting up higher than the sky
In all of this God we gon' glorify
Our turn Our turn
Sick and tired of being

it got so good baby I double back Twice
Wantcha stop tryna play Hard and resist my Charm
I'm back in the Mix setting off you're Alarm
True Love Fix

(Uh)
Y'all finally see the reckless steez in me
Just in time for the motherfucking Peench EP
Maybe 'cause the game stopped being rigged discreetly

more tricks up your sleeve
It's got my eyes going crazy, heart pumping baby, sweat dripping down my face
You tell me I'm amazing, and as you put your

apart
Feel like you don't see me
Am I your realest dream
Meet me in the middle of the clouds
Where we're surrounded by sheep
Let's count them slowly
Cause

I have entered
This wonderful world of politics
Where white collar tricks got me
On a proper fix
Til' they want me to talk about
Hollow tips, ganja

don't love me now
My new trick ass up face down
My go-to move was freak right out
But there's strength in the one that could calm back down
Strength in

gaps vast, so I see I'm incomplete
Strain, feel the growing pains in my wisdom teeth
Drained now my every day, is like it's Trick or Treat
You got a gift

glue
Bring the racks in counting my loot
Tryna stack it all up I got no excuses
Nigga watch my shoes these Gucci
Nigga better take notes like loose leaf