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So tell me how you truly felt
Crying til your eyes a melt
The white lies, they never helped
Fuck a friend I'm chasing wealth
Bitches claimed I dogged

get up on him this his jam
Fuck a Ford Raptor, this a TRX Ram
After my first show i might get a room with your bitch and I slam
Brand new white ones, I

rock white gown
Boy getting popped fa like bow

Hit that boy Indy
Then run up them digits
I said you won't get it by fucking with bitches
I burn down

of stone
Mercy, mercy wish your heart was a heart of stone
Get the picture
No room for the innocent
Peak season in Lonely Town
Knocked out of the ring by

Pray y'all ain't betting
With that Intuition
Fuckin listen
Prime time
Beats by Ashton
I know when he hear that shit
And see we made a classic
Been a soul

above, high in the sky, the clouds and darkness in my room now appear

Bathing the scene in a twilight glow
While drops of red fall from the sun’s eyes

your black and white intentions
There's no room for shades of gray
I never asked you to conform to me
I only begged for you to stay
I waited here all

Love of mine
Someday you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light
Or tunnels, to gates of white
Just our

that's a man down
Dex lost a chain that's a man down
Majik I have as of right now
I hit the weed and I'm high now
Stuck in the room with the white clouds

do the hopscotch
JT and Leeky, we gon' shake the room

Big Knox sweep him like a broom
White bitch, she really geeking off the shrooms
FBG, denim,

of the young and broke and bold

Nowadays I'm mostly motivated by gold (cha-ching)

So I'm only getting painted if I'm paid in tenfold

You call me a sellout I

to pass the ribs
Keep a trick up my sleeve
And an Ace in the hole
Put my finger in your face and you fold
Like clean clothes in the laundry room in prison

tired
By the time you was thirteen
I had hurt dreams
I use to skip over my pain
Like at least my momma
Not a fiend
But I lost my dad when I was five

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, but it doesn't matter cause you're not here
The snow keeps on falling, its white as can be, there's

You ring the doorbell
I open my window
You climb the roof
Up and into my room
We talk about
Politics and lofi-stuff
At 12 Am
You kiss me goodnight

to get high as a kite (High as a kite)
How they supposed to see the cash before they give up the white (How)
How we throw ones on strippers for the night

Champagne and cigars
Locker room, I get applause
I'm the talk of the league
Interviews by Rashad
I'm Mitch Richmond with the splash
White Chocolate with

Fast car
Speed chase
Tight corner
No brakes
Interception
And that sound
Red and blue
Blackout
White room
Steel chair
Mad sounds
No air
Misdirection

He taught me how to butterfly the chicken
The knife is hand made by a Japanese
That's how you know they carry on tradition
The 42 Julio I'm sipping

Waiting room
Flat white walls and a cloudy ceiling
A bench in the wind, it's shapeless
Like describing the loss of a feeling
And isn't it funny
Isn't

to comprehend my fate
The scepters laugh, pitch sand, and mock my sight
They force me back, I awake to a room bathed in white
Behind disguised masks my aggressors

Make room for the good days (Whoa)
I just pray that they last (I'm prayin')
Can't lay where the hood stay (I can't)
I need millions in cash (Gotta

to green room Petey strapped to sweaty back, we're on soon Good thing we started the deucer out Funeral Style To tease the chorus of the Little Ripper
We

I only came to fuck so don't be actin hella lame
Got this White bitch in my room and she playing with my thing
Man bitch ass nigga broke gah damn that