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Face card good in every hood so try me if you dumb enough
Call my bluff, niggas be thinking they so tough
Drop the addy and I'm pulling up
Wit more

because…
There’s so much I would rather do in my life
Than be exhausted by you
Stop fadin’ out my animated spirit
Show you what I would do without you
Leave

At this bar and familiar faces staged in the crowd in such usual places
Ya got Marco Green by the door
Jim Beam bags on the floor
Waiting to be

the Dior and Louis V shades
Getting too cocky, I'm wearing the glasses
Picking up traction, blinded by fame
Had to get back on my shit
Woah, woah (Aye)
God

Watch me tear the club
We starting up a riot
Got a shooter to protect me
Trigger finger making violence
Have a baddie by my side
She kinda freaky

with irregular sounds 
Run the wire for my access bank 
For the regular count 
Bring it down like 

I'm in their mouth like colgate
They can't reach me

looking  but I can't make you see

I put my foot in the sand
Dropped orange peels drop a few stones
I was that nigga on the same shit I ain't understand

a tea bag I've been out in, ay
I'm high in the clouds call me a mountain
Here's a tip for you put the amount in
People brag about drip like they're

everything I need
For a chance even give up Hennessy
All my hoes even quit the weed
Leave the streets just to have her in my sheets
She ain't sweating shit,

to Vegas but I been to space bitch
Robbing up the jewels from the overlords crib
I got the itch 
Cannabis litch
Smoking up a 20 bag in my spaceship

I'll

I never thought this would happen in my lifetime
But they fucked up when they chose mine
'Cause I will shine through these dark times
Like

deep
To find a bag of bones and know what it keeps
A mother with a boy were laid to rest
With twisted arms and legs and broken chest
The cellar in my

I been making moves on the Westside
Told lil mama yeaa this the best side
Momma im just tryna live my best life
So tired of just tryna get by
It was

Forgot to make my bed cause I was in a rush
Know we never post the guns but bro gone keep it tucked
I said bro he keep it on but we still beat him up

Guess I'm posed to be mad
He caught me fucking on his lover, he gon leave sad
Pulled up with two suitcases how you in your bag
Send his ass united

sleeping on the road you be sneaking in my coach
You and your man, you remind me of a Smeagol and a roach
By the way I sing flow, bring the brinks up

I am a lonely painter
I live in my satchel of paint bags
Using bases that are all that's available to me

The statues that tower
Have burned all

Baby says she's gonna walk
She's upstairs packin her bags 
she leavin today yeah
I've used all my fancy talk
I cried tryin to talk her into stayin
I

Long distance baby
We'e takin the long way down
Youre the stars youre Tipperary
All the miles in your eyes of brown

My long distance baby
Long

repeat that
Playing Fancy by The Dream as she sings along
Tossed her bag in the back that's when I seen them thongs
Know I had to get a glimpse no flexing

was figuring out once or maybe
Something must have happened slowly
Drowning in the ground
Dirt crumbs one by one, they're crowding
Oopsie doopsie oops
I

the hell fire 

Ain’t no way I’m gonna fail mine 

I put in work 
Guaranteed to bring the bag in 

I’ll lose sleep 
Just as long as 
I bring the cash in

the people
Let's tell it how it is
We were all created equal
We go way back
Way before way back
Before iverson braids gunn lay back
Before rick ross roll in

Gwallla bags every state
Money on mind
All the time
Death to snitches
Droppin dimes
Salute to every nigga
Puttin it all
On the line
This here by design
Im