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Ayo Stat you out your mind for this one man
Don't Outsmart yourself, you know better I been
Holding pressure on my shoulders through the coldest weather
In my adolescence earned my status as a local legend
Now my name in bolder letters and I'm global steppin
Photogenic just depend on how you see it though
Look in the mirror recently it's like a seen a ghost
Still smile everywhere I be if I got weed to smoke
But lotta times I'm showing face and prolly leaving though
Yall breaking em soul ties, cocaine take a nose dive
Got a bad bitch, go both ways
Prada '09s on the Floor tiles
Precious Lexicons, got the work yall steppin on
Strolling down the east side
Seen fine mamis showin tetas when it's gettin warm
I'm from uptown where the weapons drawn
Just pray the lord gone keep em blessings flowing
Wishing I could get away
I never say never, promise that'll never change
I'm waiting on them better days
Question what is left to say
Prolly make it up to heavens gate a couple seconds late but
They said it's the same anyway
And it all could change any day
Any day
Yo Sko it feel good to wake up this morning didn't it?
Another day to get a dollar
You know?
I'm actually great
I woke up this morning, grabbed my masking tape
Her natural waist
Could put me back in place ain't got no plastic shape
My ribs was touching, no discussion
I'm just thinking pack the plate
Grab an 8th
Unravel a leaf
Chanel to match the frames
Pablo Flow you had the praise
Employees tryna get an actual raise why would I act afraid
Younging with the older crowd to act my age
We could rap bout pain or traffic Caine
Yall N*ggas act too strange
Back when I had the range no longer asked for change
From bummin it
To watching the covenant, in the cullenin
Thought he was the goat till he fumbled it
That shit humbled him
We bubbling
Like powder and water the stove we coveted it
Your song came on and N*ggas shuffled it, silenced and muffled it
Coke dreams, watching Pac docs
I'm hearing more preme
My soul green, the strap was by my knee just like Girbaud jeans
We all chasing dead presidents just don't be Bokeem
I failed every physical my soul clean
Learned the game from a dope feign
Pablo