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you'll here words from my mouth
Here my lungs cry out
I got bands on my wrist
I got bitches on my dick, uh
Criss Angel bitch, I'm full of magic tricks,
broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
for Naomi and Coco
And just might make you a believer in black excellence like Usain Bolt, Steph Curry, and
Derek Jeter
The list, it could go
to something
Me and my brother rocking Versace
60 bands nigga we popping
Full counter nigga they bouncing
Weed anit tht good for your body
I think she popped her
common feelings
I feel bad for Those common friends
Cause they never saw the you that I got to see
This rare lovely version of you
Right now is nowhere
for us to be grateful
Spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful
It's better to stay full, so let's make moves
I know your momma told you that I was
bitch that lamp with me ain't worried bout they chastity
We just going for the bag so can you hand it faster please
Rub my hands and twist my stash all my
His eyes were hazel --he worked for public radio and drove a Chevy truck.
His sister Rachel lived with a man who walked in circles getting nowhere
Fast.
wide awake, Im chasing my dreams
I got replaced by a dummy
Did you really love me
I stay focus on money
I know your taanie love me
All this mense around
shit down, you gon' get richer"
Had to crop out dead weight for the bigger picture
I had fucked on what-her-name and her older sister
Just for
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
Not gon' lie, not gon' lie
By my side, by my side money vibes all night
Got your wrist on ice
You gon' ride for life i'ma ride for life
Need somebody
your addictions
And it's fucked up, how my sister that I've never met
First time you reach out, you ask for money in a text
But hey no disrespect I hope
of time (time, 'til the end of time)
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't
Ashley or a different version?
Change if you had it all again
What would you change?
Would you do it differently or just the same?
If you had it all again
nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for
to believe in the Savior
What should you do now?
My suggestion is to get a Bible
If you're wondering about which version to get
Find one that is easy enough
I never forget it
"And why your Sprite so pink?" I got Promethazine in it
"Why you drive your car nervous?" I got dope all in it
I custom made
wound, a full circle Circuitous route to a promise made by a
Younger version of himself
Most of his tools were lifted, spirited away by unseen
some issues born for some big moves
Raised by myself and my sister
Family the only ones who really gonna miss you
My art is a visual fill it up and shoot
your voice
Sing all the songs of the earth
Nothing can come between us
You're a brother of mine
Sing out your sisters
All the dreams of the world
'Cause it can all change
When the going gets tough it'll drive you insane
See I done dodged a couple shots
Served a couple blocks
Hit a couple corners
it can all change
When the going gets tough it'll drive you insane
See I done dodged a couple shots
Served a couple blocks
Hit a couple corners tryna
giving them back
You could never be my sample I just want the old version
We ain't found love baby we just soul searching
I'll keep fighting for us,
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