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lyrics
sliding out of state with these cali plates
my mind heavy as I race to this dinner date
the fresh hand wax glaze the red candy paint
I make it look good these days
I make it hard for them to see my pain
bumping Whitney out the speaker make it feel like she sitting there with me
duffy in the trunk
lil mendo breath a lil more Mac 1, stuffed
I aint hop into nothing to be anybody son, look I know a nigga young
took a lot for granted world wrapped around my thumb
played the game like I made it
karma clean like my bitch when she get naked (tasty)
Mook say I need some chrome but I'm scared ill get that itch
fall in love with a feeling, never be the same again
I'm like fuck it. what's another sin?
looking in the rear view rolling with the punches
the more the money come the more we keep the gold bussin
we hustlin...cruising
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smoking weed just another bill
I place bets, beat the odds, winnings in the tuck spot along with other shit I keep concealed
rep my city its embroidered on my fitted right above the bill
the way I'm rapping like my elbow lynching the rim the crowd screaming
this a uncut gem my nigga no happy ending
death around the corner keep my mind at ease when we stressed bout living
better to live when you know you that nigga
unfiltered when I'm off brown liquor, pour it own marble floors
I could never have my bitch walking in Michael kors
I fucked some whores still my love remains
paper sticking out my pockets in these baggy jeans
so what that say bout me
she wait at home in a bonnet and a XL tee
I know what time it is
she start the playlist and I handle my bizz the way I hit like I popped me a thizz for real
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whatever they on, it aint this
I like new money crisp just like chips
hopped on a plane we taking another trip
today I feel good so tell them pop cris
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Moms say that she the realest one ill ever know
truth told no lies out her mouth she ever spoke
broken English we faded it's like we speak in code
aint got to say they listen and know a nigga cold
diamonds a woman's best friend, real niggas rocking gold
more value in the piece as time grow
she ask me if ill be around when we grow old
I tell her hit the blunt cause really only time knows
so till then we chasing chicken like we farmer Joe
& waking up before the roosters crow
bags under both eyes, aint even sleep deprived
ima bring the hook back and let the beat ride (yeah)
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Recorded at the rapper's Brooklyn apartment during lockdown, this album offers poignant reflections on the uncertain decisions defining the uncharted territory of today's reality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2020
This compilation from Echo World presents a dozen beatmakers delivering gently rhythmic songs that capture the spirit of the season. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2022