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I'ma need way more than to get a bag Get the mental back, then I get a rap Peace I can find before it's all said and done That's a medicine, where the healing at? See-through crib but the crib gorilla glass The roof black but I peel it back, get the air in that Wearing that gold chain with the Air Max Hearin' that 808 slap, let me tear that Bitch flyer then a pterodac' and she got thighs, let me carry that Get a text, "where you at?" I be staring at screens, do I care about a bitch Do I care about dreams? I be fearing that That a bitch gon' tell me the truth Heard enough but I'm numb to the pain, I ain't feelin' that When the narrative swing, I ain't wearing that sleeve with the heart Nah, nah, it ain't beatin' that Pumpin' that blood like it used to Better find a new team to recruit you I ain't even trust what you playin' on the Bluetooth How the f*ck I'm bout to trust you when it's crucial Moments, opponents are rats Rodents, the caps Over the raps, quotas for that Bout as high as it was as for Oden With stats Odom on crack, woah'd em' with that Whole pack go nuts, got the wolves in the back No dividing we ridin' around culdesac till we find prey We ain't find nothin', then we right back next day, tech spray like Foster Same man, new monster When the best days got pest spray, no gnats on ya Brand new mind, never got past trauma I mean, I got passed trauma Listen, your honor me, no, never lie It's just on a beat so my soul never die If I was too drunk, I would know not to drive It's called autopilot, what's closin' my eyes Look, nah, I wasn't lookin' at all But we gotta move quick, I ain't lookin' to stall And I need a new fit, I ain't picky at all It's either Saint Laurent, or Saint Vincent de Paul Bring it back to my mama house I had to catch the vibe to bring the commas out, oh What they callin' bout They bout to test the kid and bring the knowledge out, oh Don't be crawlin' out And first thing you wanna cop is the diamonds that glow What you goin' on about Every bitch like, Wake, bring the wallet out, no Yeah, same shit now, but the bill never split now Shut the f*ck up, bitch, sit down I ain't keepin' track of your mood swings A mood ring the only things that show Huh, now let me get a kiss Toxicity don't work with us And I know love in the proximity You high energy, you love vibin I just love fightin', admittedly Approximately two minutes away from you Turn around, hit the stu Hospitable, I'm hostile as you But the hospital bill for a kid too high Split the cost into two F*ck ops, what the cops finna do When you tell me to chill, I just hop in the booth I ain't poppin' no pill, what's a capsule to do With my outlook on life, not a life without you Yeah, beat got me emotional Wanna be three rings deep, not coachable I wanna get three drinks deep, get sociable I'm tryna be CP3 with a trophy though Tryna get me seen with a quotable I got unlimited, I'm sure I gotta meet the protocol But I guess they don't let anybody in F*ck it, though, I'll be bringin' a buddy in They don't make the cut, then they cut Bloody then, they gon' pay us up what we want Any rent, any wants, any Benz Any blunts that he wants, any drugs, any friends Any cups, any gins, Henny cups? It depends If the buzz was enough, if it's rushin' again Quit touchin' my lens I was comfortably runnin' the function again Bring it back to my momma house I had to catch the vibe to bring the commas out, oh What they callin' bout They bout to test a kid and bring the knowledge out, oh Don't be crawlin' out and first thing you wanna cop Is the diamonds that glow What you goin' on about Every bitch like, wait, bring the wallet out, no
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