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and the acting 
Had to step to the plate Nd stop cappin
Cuz I wanna be balling like Michael not Jackson 
Nd buy me sum land call dat hatching 
Throw me a play

reeking havok 
Until I am living lavish 
I'm just grinding for the cabbage 
So that I can wear the fashion 
That I want to while I'm laughing at the price

the lord like Tebow
Say a prayer when I score
That’s my steelo
The flow cold
That’s polar bear toes or
Eskimo
I’m a paper plate in a windstorm
Complete with

Feeling fashion forward in that coat from ’83
That's not real mink, the fuck you think
You're not yourself when try act like you're pristine
Fly around

a kid then I'll cum inside her
But I'm too much of a savage
Living lavish
Designer everything cause I know fashion
Everything I do comes with a passion

the mix
Subtle fashion when I’m steppin’ got em’ takin’ pics
I said it’s getiin’ creepy now just held up the pizza man
I just want my piece of pie a mule

onboard, I ain’t no fraud
Ain’t no simp son, ain’t no Lisa
Back my cause, drawing fours
You know we turning up like Tina
Steady pushing plates
Tryna be

Eat a whole meal in yo face
I cant get a plate
So i went in got my own bag
Now they mad as fuck
Asking me to put em on
Yhey sound dumb as fuck
Run a bag

and them out I’m outtie
Never relaxing this music be my passion
Catch me with a Sua tee and vans on screaming fuck fashion
Spliff in rotation me and my

match my Airmax
Baguettes on my chain I make bread
His girl fangirlin he hate that
White Rolls Royce and the plates black
Snow mountains up her nose she

Ice
Dark shades with no fade
Going to play
All my niggas underground
Runaway slaves
We stay blinded with gold chains and gold plates
You see me

and hungry
And wonderin when you gon get you a taste
But a lil tidbit they forgot to mention
Is when you eventually get a full plate
Don't even know what to do

What's that on your plate?
Mysterious mashin'
Yeah but I can relate
It is so very in fashion
It's there on your tongue
So let's not waste it
That

the muck and clump in trenches
Who'd have guessed it 
Timbs and Lexus 
Why the preacher
Get the money around back 
I run the plates like church is packed

Lose fingerprints, take out the trash
Windows with tints, bag full of cash
Fashion disguise, card you can’t trace
Practice your lies, new license

gone play
Fuck the facts and keep it straight
Fine and dine I got this plate
Stack the change and make it raise
This is not the end of it
Always gonna

Double Dutch
Alyx clutch
My bitch she playin hopscotch
They will never catch me lacking
They taking notes on my fashion
I’m in the endzone dancing

End it in a timely fashion
Fascist
Felony infraction
Fake faction
Keep a thing tucked everlasting
Check the method to my madness
Check the rhyme too

You won't see me in LA
Ya I missed the fashion show
Cause my flight it got delayed 
Yeah she suck it real good 
Ouuuu youngma 
Give my barber forty

shoot shit up for practice
We stuff money in matress
This ain't no movie actin
This real life nigga factions
We dress down in the fashion
We keep

for static 
This Glock on my hip and this shit not for fashion 
Last nigga tried me just ask him what happened 
Last nigga tried me just ask him what

they wake up broke With rich habits
Obsessed with this
Drip fashion and big Rollie's
That's why I keep this big fifth on me
Shits corny
All for

a ratchet
Eat my whole plate, I got all my rations
I’m 'bout some Louis and Gucci, that’s fashion
I been fire, so you don’t them matches
Wonder how I did it,

My left brain 
Connecting the rhythm popping the chest plate 
Older bitches dancing and locking up like its checkmate 

No more options 
(Noo)
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