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what they see, but it's crystal to me
Well they can believe what they want to believe
'Cause when you gloat on every word that's said
There's a line

Turns out inside

Well, the priest
He came with the same old bullshit
About you know, sins and the hands of got
To me it is the same hand
The same hand

hood
Run up the score
They don't want war got young niggas hitting only four times four
Got them getting low in Four by fours, no Wendy's you get four

he ain't bout no drama
If there really is a problem it'll be over by tomorrow
All my shawty's look like models but I am not a role model
They say lama

Maybe not a painter just a lyricist
But I can spit so vivid
You can't tell me what the difference is
So pump your fist to this
Everyone, ladies

he ain't bout no drama
If there really is a problem it'll be over by tomorrow
All my shawty's look like models but I am not a role model
They say lama

I just pull my diamonds out the freezer, bust down millimeter
My plug tryna tax me so I took it, should of sold it cheaper
Oh I heard you like

star Michelin
Before the fight starts
Would you buy barbiturates
By far hit you wit the right arm, eye for an eye- I'm

Part vigilant, half protagonist

painted red now
You thought that you could save me
But im already dead now
On my death bed now
This is how i get down
This is how he bled out
This is how i

been heard what you said
Just wait till tonight
Yeah we been heard what you said
Just wait till tonight
Cuzzie was too little
Now he got a stain
Bet them

Smooth as Louie Armstrong
Sipping a martini
Fresh as a virgin
Eating tuna sashimi
Play me like I ain't nice
I'll smoke you like a stogie
Or stick you in

much I could've done
But I was too late
These dreams are all that's left now
You're gift to me, baby
Tattooed within my chest so
You'll never see crazy

Parking lot to my apartment room
Cause you were still scared from the zodiac
It's hard to imagine me loving with passion again cause we've been

city that's promo
I'm wylen let me give you dope flow
Always been about buisness bitch
Imma make that shit work
Swear to mine run up on me wrong bitch

Want to be alone all the time
The heart torn open by you
Leaves me afloat in this void of mine

No space for him.
No room for the feelings
If only I

Duce he keep a tool
Off probation tightening up about to act a fool
Free my niggas out the pen let my niggas loose
Fly as fuck you see me with her bet

I promised mine
A lot of niggaz been dead
Never had a heart or mind
Harder times either gives you
Vision or you robbed blind

Not by mistake
A lot

Crowned himself the king of common sense he said it's plain to see
Founds a new religion tells you what you don't believe in
No designer, random

as a welcome mat
Molestation
Milk and blood from the nips
Ouch that smarts
Just flip me off and call me Mary

He prays 
To not be Number Six
Sloppy seconds
Roof

Yeah, uh

Yes yes
I'm intimidated and infatuated by your style I guess
They slept on you and your potential
That's divine and true
Who me?
I just

through his bitch bout a week ago
Ran it like bobby I like me a tweaking hoe
Wake the fuck up why you sleeping hoe
I'm making noise so just shut up

You ever by some outlandish shit?
You ever been up in those type of stores
You ever buy a watch from Michael Kors?
No

Only focused on home runs
And not

have to raise your voice
If He is for us, who can be against us
Be the change, be the change
I won't stay silent and let another
Moment pass me by
I am

they not fucking with me im a real nigga ima keep it a g
You sing to the pussy just like keith why is these niggas so fake
Im getting guap i cant relate