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licks , now Im trying to be on the billboard list , seen niggas cook Kane in the kitchen , use to walk by dead bodies in ditches , some might forgot how

the cut right now, hop in the paint, go hard like Pippen did
And I'm picturing this wealth all to myself
And I'm just sipping on some shit that I'll regret

Pasta at Guadalupe/ on top like a Toupee greet a nigga by full name/ I’m setting trends/ stepping harder than flu games/ been bout the paper since

I’m trying to elevate
You look into my eyes and it’s hurt, a lost purpose
I paint pictures, I don’y write but I draw verses
I been lane switchin’

night
Sun kissed by the sunlight
A goddess in real life
You faze me yeah
I see your amazing girl
Blood on the stainless yeah
Just tell me who hurt you

Paint a new hue, a new color 
I done broke my head 
Could've wound up dead 
Should've stayed in bed 
But I cried instead 

I got a bad reputation 
Lied

and the fighting like barbarians
I'm colder then the winter and I done got you in a cardigan
I'm checking all my files I'm about to drop you in the garbage bin
I

There are chips in the paint of these walls
When you danced too hard and you took a fall
There are holes where we hung up our frames
With pictures

him of the guy that he locked up back
In July
Social profile
I don't wanna rush
But gotta conclude that they all paint us with the same brush
If I talk

far away from chatter
I flipped the dough after I made the batter
I think my game is mastered
Won't let my story be a wasted chapter
Walking by faith I

new ones
Made through my remaining days

Yeah
I guess that is to say
That no matter how hard that I try
I'll end up back in hell sometimes

Grateful for

a race car
Spit a space bar
Keep the bass hard
That'll take your face off
We don't take a day off
Ya
Floating in your boat
Ain't nowhere to go
You can ride

not a saint
But I will martyr for change
So I paint our pain, immortalize our slain
On temple walls, palace halls, and even lay murals in cathedrals
You

I want you to be mine and I mean it quit your playing
I know you're a role but I need you in my hands
And right here by my side that's where I want

know it
I'm in a cage and I stole it
The key to life and I broke it

Confessions
Are the Lessons
Of Depressions
Hard to guess it
Still regretting

Still

exactly what you think
I just feel the urge to say exactly what they can't
Gloomy in my canvas see exactly what I paint
Where I'm at where I been where I'm

I promise I never lied when I told you, "I'm all in."
I promise I always tried, but I can't see where it's going
I'm sorry if I've been misleading

Little white gloves  

I've seen magic done, and it's hard to trust  

 

Feeling heavy rain  

As the woman that is stuck to the weather vane  

LOVE

One, two, one, two, one, two, one two
Open up the flood gates and let these bitch niggas in
Let these niggas live by the gun but they die from

sixteen bars in my will
Can't fix scars that never heal
Where they fix cars on the hill
I worked it hard to pay the bills
Fuck I been afraid of pills
Seeing

fairytales
c big man bones skulls and fire
csk and get whatever you desire
Paint on his face eyes look black
Blood on his hands take a look at that
Put you in

Yeah
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah
Real talk
Real talk
So I might pull up on the block, it's not a cat
Body paint bright
And the wheels black

Ok, said he want smoke
And I said ok
Think he got juice
Not Q, OJ
Simpsons, when you know how it ends for me
Claim "with the heat, you go hard in

get a lil famous
And that fall out wit ya dawg, was over pills ain't it
In the paint I'm going hard like wilt chamberlain

I'm the one who got the ball