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float by
Sipping on a lie
Am I even alive?
Forced to hush my mouth
To never spit thoughts out
Where's my idols?
How's that radical?

Got me sick and tired

til you die, yup!
And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got em
And this was

with the sun in my eyes
beneath present moment skies,
squinting and wondering how I got here.
Going through the contents of my backpack,
shaking out

Baguettes all on my fingers got bitch feenin'
Baguettes all on my bitch got a bitch wet dreamin'
Two K for the jeans you can tell by the seams
Shawty

Ooh, been time away
I've been smoking down by the river
Still miles away
Where the sun goes down in the winter
Where the sun goes down in

cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in

I don't need no one to slide
Imma just do it by myself
Off of work I hear a siren
Know that boy gon' need some help
Wonder if they really got him

I don't need no one to slide Imma just do it by myself
Off of work I hear a siren know that boy gon' need some help
Wonder if they really got him

Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't

a pin far from here
I heard the middle east is nice this time of year
I seen your bubbles pop up then they disappeared
Are you still there
We got off

Model house life meltdown
Still a modern dream let down
It kills me, you know I'm dying out here
What would you trade the pain for?
I'm not sure

M.I.A.

Missin' Linx

2001: A Rhyme Odyssey

2000

as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em

M-I-double S-I-N Linx, missin'

in, know hoes come by the ten
Super savage I don't do average nothing
All my exes Lexus, Benz, BM-dubbin'
All my niggas got the bag via dealin'
Me I

Finger fucking its my cougar bitch

Bro Just poured the four he moving slow but he still be on go

Beefin by the hoe gone get you smoked

Better go check

Finger fucking its my cougar bitch

Bro Just poured the four he moving slow but he still be on go

Beefin by the hoe gone get you smoked

Better go check

Finger fucking its my cougar bitch

Bro Just poured the four he moving slow but he still be on go

Beefin by the hoe gone get you smoked

Better go check

ain't gon' make it to summer
Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color
New York City motherfuckers
I got the post by the finger

fingers then go get it like magic 
Niggas really want her but they know they can’t have it 
Benz ain’t got stars but this bih still a coupe
Got a 100

money
Make money all the time
Middle finger to the sky
Screaming fuck the other side
Thinking money, get money
Got money on my mind
Get money, get money,

and I..

[talking over chorus]
Yo, to all my hungry disciples
Listen (let's talk) sit still, sit still.
Sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest.
Kings,

I was nameless
I be out by myself, I forget I'm famous
I still hang with the gang
I been throwing fingers
Keep that five by my side
I'll throw it

fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness
I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it
Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest

Some

saying to me
Money don't grow on trees
You gotta get down on your hands and your knees
And work your fingers to the bone

I got a job in carpentry

Know

It's the life of a thriller
Looking back that mirror
My head don't linger
Here's a middle finger
A postcard, a picture
Oh please don't worry
I