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make frosty the snowmen cozy
And we walk in the air like Blakey
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
I go church by scared heart folly
What I want is

I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say

to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car

Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where

In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there

Getting turned up with you 
I'm going home with you  

Now you tell by the way I move and the way that I talk  
And the way I put I it down I'm the mother

you not
I believe that you think you hot stop it nah
Ya niggas all tryna flop shit
I been uptown smoking sour with the loud clique 
In and up and out

why trying to be with me
I'm all alone i'm by myself and ain't nobody gone share my wealth
They wanna say i'm cocky yet but always listening to my shit

a samurai close by, sword there to gut it
Talk about spillin' out, goin' all or nothin'
Fallin' out of mouth is the how to my buckets
Whoa-stop, how fast

methods on the metro
Who around when I need help? Crickets
That's a trap line get it
Did I fuck up the joke by explaining
Should break it down stop breaking

(Gang)
Got one shooter name klay
They be hitting shit long range (Gang)
I be balling like 2k
But this shit is not a game
Mason got hit in the face
Rest in

sight
I gripped my arms and held You tight
Maybe i am crazy then must not be insane
I'd rather be me cause they all walk the same
Stop the globe from

my voice
Money on the side
Passion on the porch
The driveway paved with the riches of the sport
Watch a montage of the mission in my mind
Massaged by

the racks in
Just got the cash in Ay nice to meet
You Im ray and I'm stackin

Ay weird ass nigga better stop that
Got a 4 5 and I'm finna pop that
I be in

people died chasing a bengie
 
Mason margiela my charm
 Atamare on my arms
 Smash you girl and get a round of appluase
 Yo girl giving me brain no teeth

Elders watch your step
Cause you let us fall to hard we don’t recognize your stander
We hold the sword over top of your head little children are mason

Money on the side passion on the porch
The driveway paved with the
Riches of the sport
Watch a montage of the mission in my mind
Massaged by time
Kind

it right or not
sayonara I be feeling like Dylan with this dialogue
Ride along, I be running stop signs how I run though writers block
Fire stock with

got motion, ain't making no profit
I used to be fucking with bragging and boasting, when I got that real money, knew I had to stop it
Feel like I'm

with me bitch I'm top tier

Rich gang, mason margiela
Chain gang trying to stop the poor fella
Niggas thought I was a meme
Well I guess if that means

she my Tacoma, yeah

I'm number one like dollar
Don't play by my partners
My bitch boujee eating lobster, yeah
Pop a addy, I'm locked in, I get high

A Church whose members never stray
Beyond the straight and Narrow Way
A Church that has no empty pews
Whose Pastor never has the blues
A Church whose

I got my hands to the ceiling cuz I got a good feeling
Church Clothes on acting up in this building
Bass so loud you can feel it in your spirit
Took

all but kneel
Gettin nasty in front of guests was the
Way she'd like to do it
She'll say straighten your shit up
Or you can stop em from comin
And yo

to the socks
But used to get clowned by homies on the block
Church was a block, couldn't get through to homies or honeys then
So you traded in the word of God