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love is not as easy as a hand of poker cards. 

Now I stare into the mirror. 
My face is a blank canvas. 
I can choose whoever I want to be. 
I don't

the bass up to the neck
If they asking whos in charge
Bitch i put it on my card


All the rumors that you heard about me are true
I’m the baddest baddest

Hasty visions hide your face
Don't let go
Don't let go

Clouds above me, clouds below 
Where'd you come from? Where'd you go?
Wear your boots out

wanna catch a break 
Gotta do what it takes to be 
One in a million
Lining up my cards just right
I would see my name in lights

And everybody says

when you'll say goodbye 

I never wanna hear that tone of voice again 
I never wanna see that stupid look on your face again 
I never wanna feel like I

the scope
And ain't nobody preachin', my nigga, we here for the dough
So motherfuck' a critic, they just don't know
These niggas ain't got no face
So now

[Chorus]
 Well, I wanna know when I was stripped of my innocence
 And trading cards turned into trading hearts
 And I wanna know when joy became just a past

down.
He’s on the clock now, he started walkin round.
Talkin bout 2 pair, he folded, face up.
I showed him nothin but I told him aces-up. (lol)

Ready,

nigga
You got options
Mixin' up designer, I got Dior on Prada
My bitch ain't got no waist
A cold face like a model
It's gon' cost a couple dollars
If you

and taste", that's on my explore page
Algorithm programming always done in poor taste
I take the SIM card, God, I'm such a gourmet

Pool fights, swimmin'

can’t exist
Just empty lunatics

I turn back and bugs are chasing after me
Pushing me into the sea
Rain hits my face 
Empty Chair
You can keep your Fucked

Big dog, clear the roof for the summer
I done took off long enough, comin' back to do my number
Hit the brakes, pretty face, shitty attitude up

So much struggle and pain
I'm stuck in the game
Can somebody, help me please
I'm so sick of motherfuckers
Steady capping up in my face
Cause they

I'm holding so
I'll take that now
Thanks, Sani Abacha, the boy golden
Face bloated, wrists frozen
When he wave from outdated Soviet tank
Don't be

style
That's slanguage
No swipe cards acting like you ballin'
You're just a sneak thief
Stealin' from the real ballers
Yeah we living in the era

cards
Two puffs, shit
I'm finna take a trip to Mars
Turned the flash on, running off
He ain't getting far
Must be money on the way, palms itching hard
Ten

the middle of nowhere
Going some place with a numb face so
Sunday's come down would feel this good
6 foot 10 high, living like driftwood
Thoughts flow like

in yo face
Like our deadeye on
Air Forces, beam on the stick
Turn my Jedi on
Take him straight to the Arabs
I ain't selling phones
Heard you got some

on it
I ain't missing shit
Unc' acrobatic on that block
Catch him flipping 'scripts
Cracking black cards, boy
I think these bitches limitless five years
I

don't go sober

If I could stay up out the
Streets, a nigga would've been bigger, woah
Won't play my cards with you again 'cause
I don't wanna deal with

That beamed unto the very slight emergence of the face of you
My head attached itself magnetically onto the bus
Passing unwittingly and leaving not

and he pape' saving
I'm with Tron, I'm with Dre, I'm with LJ
Swipe cards, scam grandmothers
I don't sell eights
Every nigga with me solid
They can't even

proceeded to up the blue
I can put a hole in yo face
These some fuckin Loubs
Got me feeling like '80s
Who the fuck is you?
If he wasn't on that bench with you

a hiatus
Im back upon status
Hate us
Kill us open stats	
cny takers
Stay in your place nut in your face meet your makers
Dangerous dangers
Crowd diving