ProFiles (feat. Cryllic)

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Went from beginner to profiles
Switch up to all terrain
These threads I retain
Aint enough low profile
Catalogue
I'm in these hoes files
Hush up
I'm Tryna meditate to the lo fi's
Better for worse
I get defensive
But I'm always standin both sides
Levitate from the weight
I No more procrastinate
With these low lives
Gravitate to the place of the greats
Pick up the pace
Fit the ProFile
Over here we don't know skies
I Slow boat the whole Nile
I'm From a place of coal, iron
Kings and gold
I'm
Tryna stay straight
But too hot
For these clothe irons
Cold irons
Wash off
I hand dry em
I cry these solder irons
Mother not on board
Sometimes I had to pause
I made yall byte these chips
I circled the old block
Midas hand
Point to my thoughts
Eyes gettin heavy
They told me not to cry over loss
But you my bro thru the snow
We gon fight these bosses
I seen shadows in the valley
I clutch onto my crosses.

Hold up
New Owner
Young and Gifted
But I got old connects
I could flip a key like Motorola
Run the town
Like a fat kid
The
Wait is over
G-M-I
Now a roller?
I was already high
Now I'm on ya
Its really cream
With some sprinkles
On the cone huh
I'm just tryna hit a lick
You know my system got that soul huh?
I Cut em off like they Cobain
Chiddy chiddy bang
Paint this chi
Before I dive in
Lisa
Now I moan her
You bitches wanna chat
I just wanna bang
Lemme see that tat
Put yo Tiddy on my face
Yellow white street lights
For all this ice
I know some hard niggas
That'll make you a plate
Hood still fucked up
I know Some Niggas ain't straight
Some niggas ain't crooks
They just got crooked ways
Out the hood
Me and fate left
All I got is faith
All these fakes ones
Bring me stress
To my brain
See it on my face
Lift
Me up to a higher place
I'm just tryna get the slips
And Start a new race
All this shit is painless
When I stand
With the stainless
I think they done
Swallowed they tongues
In the ring
I don't even hear a faint lisp
Please don't judge me
Till the end of my days
Lemonade
With a strange twist

How far
I've gone
How close
I've come
And oh
How I got to right here
You cannot compare
Not even on this paper
Heavy words as I
Verse the odds
And I
Weigh em by the tare
I'm a gem and I
Oh my
Two faces
On that libra scale
Measure mines
I go the extra mile
I Take my halo to hell
See I Told em I'd come back
After I make it there
And I know I'm a king
Image of him
Cryllic's in the mirror
I Know
That they scared o my skin
They even judge me by my hair

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