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part of it is me being in the
Studio all of the time and you know
A huge passion of mine is to be able to
Take it to the streets
Getting that sort

means
He reach for his pack in his ten dollar jeans
Reality's real they make rap
Just a dream hes
All by himself he ain't got no team
He makes it back in

Uh

Sittin' here
Room getting smaller by the minute
Ain't enough space to fucking pivot
Ain't enough God in they eyes for forgiveness
We be in

tryna' orgy and suck me
Off for a tour tee
Kick your shit in, fuck a door key
I move raw like I'm Corky
On a cold New York street (Haha)

I need my money

aint bending up

I'm Broke, but me not giving up

you could say what you want

Man full of ambition

so me never bend

me put on a big gold chain

me deh

I'm just like Jonah
Who was swallowed by the whale
Now I dwell in the belly of the beast
No I know it inside out
I'm gonna take it down from within,

down streets with nowhere to go
Or gathering dust
Or gathering dew
Or lit by the jukebox in nights so untrue
If we're the same coin
We can't never see

my gut as it grows
Hold the cheddar for the cheese
And your beef for the streets
Two sides of a coin, my point, we both eat
So yes, I really got to say

Gold medal it's the crisis
The coming of the ages
Lustful chandeliers covered in dust
Oil drips while it melts
Heat comes from the candle
Don't breathe

of the streets, where they catch me
Roam by Loyola, I should be in Granby

Life isn't sweet, but I know you want candy
Life isn't free, but I know they gon’ tax me

don't let a thing pass us by
And to touch the sky we gon have to fly
Am a master I and am satisfied
And am walking thru the streets like a passerby
As we

say
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face

Then came one knock
A note

wenn ich an Bord steppe
Take off, rain drops, cop iced-out Chains by Jacobs
Baguette-Kette wie Subway, kein Fernost-Schrott wie K-Pop
Diamonds hitten

heart remote
Probably why I'm dark and cold
Parked along the darkest roads
Praying for positions where that Parmesan come by the load
Instagram popping

the most
We the all pros, you know
Canary yellow diamonds and yellow gold (canary yellow diamonds)
Too much money to fold
Figure skating in my wallet

Gold plated circuitry out the mud
I couldn't fit OJ's glove
To show up Earth before the flood
Tasting my own blood
The ark was a DNA bank of fauna

They're looking at me skeptical like who the fuck is this guy
Who walked in like his testicles are dipped in gold and spit shined
Who told him it's

pendants of silver/gold
But that shit was cheap for the worth of their soul
You planted the seed in the mind
Who will hand the key to blind and lead

way and we’ll find ourselves amazed
By the one man left standing in the street
But we can sing if you want
Until the clouds come home
Until Mao Tse Dong

the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes

on the street
  In the weather
  and the Life you know
  and I watch you go
  and wonder
  as the world rolls by

Yea. Story time homie.

A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep

this is your life
here Europe going crazy like it's third reich
got patrols in the streets prepared for the worst type
another hashtag saying i was

It’s that time that I pop booze wee
To manyora ame dintshang Dan niggas hoe voel jy
JM, L.L cool J, Mshi le bo Mkhuze
Dude skaars like a thick gold chain