Lyrics:
Putting dirt up on my name
Cause I did it by myself
Maaaan I
Came up straight from the gutters
I don't really like 'em gold chains
Gold rings and 'em gold
on point, like a snitch on the go
But I never snitch my car's the
Only thing I towed on
I'm always keeping it moving
Middle finger up
Like I practice
your pretty heart
Finger painting finger tips kissing on my inked up arms
Baby you're my masterpiece you're my masterpiece
Baby you're my masterpiece
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
a liar
Everything out my fingers is fire
Everything that I touched gets touched
Every song that I sneeze on gets blessed
Cause when I was made he expected
niggas with ageless bodies
Talking to me, while I squeeze it bare
Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair
Mamacita
Papadonna
And you, could launch a thousand ships
With a finger tip
Make me lose my shit, baby girl
And you could build a rocket ship
Make a billion trips
(Al Geno on the track)
One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end (like a tight end)
For my darkest times, I just go buy bright lens (buy
Black cat cross path all day
But I still be above where the asphalts paved
Strut by trynna' keep my back up straight
Send love to my neighbor tip my
a sweet reminder
That we alone can choose who we'll be
And the silence, almost religious
The faint sting at the tip of my fingers
Needed a reason, now all
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
slow mo' paper
They say my money fuckin' up the ozone layer (woah)
I got yacht money, you got robo' paper
Told ya, my money waver tip yo' robo over
You say, "what up?", they ready to stick it in,
I ain't no mingler
So I'm puttin'
Up my middle finger
Yo!
I'm through with all the bullshit...
like it's always etcetera etc
Yo lil participation trophy it ain't gon get by my metal detector
My muhfuckin medal detector, aye
Boa at this point I got
men
I never been a hater
Hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the seven and
A half karats at
You ain't even gotta wonder what
The women starin
Rich rich rich
Rich rich rich
Rich rich rich
Rich rich rich
Physically rich
Mentally rich
Gyal on my dick sucking the tip
I'm on a roll casino
Motizzy we got another one
Aye
Big blick OT yea dats on me
10k on my face bitch you know I got receipts
Give a fuck what they out here is saying
commenced to pray
I cried my God I am your child
Send your angels down
Then feeling with my finger tips
The bottle neck I found
In drew that glass across
Her lips are sealed
She won't reveal
The way that she really feels
She bites her lips
Feels my finger tips
This story's a movie script
Control me
through me
I feel vulnerable
You're breathing the ocean air
I'm running my fingers through your hair
I'd follow you anywhere
It's vulnerable
Headlights in
stuck stuck inside my fears
Red blood covered by white tears
Lost track stopped counting the years
They count me now they count me now
Your fingers in my
cents
I got tears dripping finger tips
All I know is that they not mines
Think I got way too drunk baby
Can you tell me what happened last night
Cus I
or s somethin
You 7 feet, he think he a tree We finna tip em or somethin
Goofy is trippin and my finger itchin They handed him henny prolly
Think I'm Beyoncé
line
But I was on a cell phone call with my mother
Didn't you see me hold up my index finger?
That means I'll order my soy decaf hazelnut latte
In just
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