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MAINT REQD

Sage Francis

Copper Gone

2014

secrets
Our rap lineup in a silk robe
They prance around the home like princesses obsessed with kissing every toad
But ain't no prince here
In fact, I

beeper
Come on over cause tonight i need u, i care for u but this money deeper 

In da jungle need me hit da fran, niggas aint shit when it hit the fan
So

on his neck just like a tie
All his brothers heard was bop Humble way, I kept it real, no, I ain't never had to lie

Tryna act like you my peoples, I'ma

a loser

I dont like taking no donos
mess with me that is nono
be an eagle like me you a dodo
breathing in power like jojo

I don't know yo girl but she

by the gang then I guarantee your bitch gone
I just want her for the brain I might hit it if the thick though
Just tell me what you want, I can get

I'm with you only high
Might just be a myth, couldn't, couldn't tell a lie
But if I'm ridin' by your place I'll bring the triple nine
Triple numbers

here gettin' respect, you deserve it
You out here, cashin them checks, gettin closer to purpose
My conscience told me to hurt him but ain't tellin me

blood
But I'm a dog, yeah I'm tough
On your bitch you get stuck
Oh you got guns?, lift 'em up
Lift him up, we hop to the drill
Broke ass nigga don't pay

the fuck on
If she ain't throwing neck
Zaza, Turtle Pie, this ain't motor breath
Ten toes, bitch, I'm with the Reaper
All he know is step
Backwood full

They tried to blackball a black sheep No not me
Me and my dawg stand together like two knock knees
They'll tell you I'm the shh
But wouldn't add it

Meditating tryna heal a nigga
Got trauma from drama you feel a nigga
I’ma comma away from a whole other figure
I’m humble and gracious but turn into

I aint talkin bout candy but everyday payday
Smoking by the ounce passing blunts like a relay
Told the plug I need the backend no delay
And after we

tight witchyo bad ass/
Make a nigga want the night witchyo bad ass/
Go on show off looking right witchyo bad ass/
I use to want that but now I’m good she

Mad nights with my boys on that susuaki
Gold chain on my neck fits nice and loosely
Got my chakras inlining mad energy Bruce lee
This ain't by accident

Get up out the way cause you in it 
Justed want to say


Couple seconds left i blew through em
The pressure got em tired 
It aint shit when u used to it

A okay
So tell me what you crying for
We ain't gotta cry no more
We just keep on moving forward
Me and you go back and forth
Seesaw he call she call we

months in Redondo
Beach right by the condo
Oh my gosh, Omakase
I’ma need my sushi pronto
Shooting star like a cosmo
Make you move like a mambo
Spank

me she love me but she love the cake
Swerving the bitch and i scratch up her paint
Want it from me then you dont want it late
Seeing the glitch gotta

you thinkin' you valid
Mediocre, that's your tune,
Got you gassed up by your crew
I'm that nigga with the juice
I'm that nigga with the juice
I'm that

Up the stick, I ain't finna box you
I beat the shit out of you if I box you
Strip a nigga down to his boxers
Why this bitch in the cold watchin'?
She

Dada
And I am alright with my enemies thinkin' I'm
Dum-dum-dumb
Alright alright whoa
I see you been tryin' to flex
But ya muscle is already tearin'
How

me, if I may be so bold

You oughta lie low, this ain't the dark that you used to know
You ain't heard by now, I'm painting my van gogh
So this is me

to Soho
Fuck your whole clique and the ones you think you know hoe
Shoot your body up now your shirt lookin' rojo
Get a bad bitch let her friends know
We

MAD Lyrics

No more exes No more fake friends

I learned my lesson in this industry

Ooooh I won my first two awards by my lonely

I know you looking