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Lump Sums
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I got lumps sums coming for my loved ones
Established the trust and funds coming from slums like the barrel of
Burgundy apparel, anchor boy Farrell
Got me burning tree with earl tea and candles lit
Yea, I got the management, but that's on me
And how I handle it, that's on me
Watch me roll through your city with this backstreet ease
I swear sometimes I feel like the last MC
The most valuable, I told em I'd be MVP
The least malleable, molded by the MIC
I'm on moped fabric shopping
Exotic bags of chronic, Don Julio, and wine mixers to gin and tonic
I got Downey's sense of humor boy I'm so ironic
Fat lady singing this shit over ain't no way around it
She so frisky and risky when she maneuver
I just stick to business entrepreneurs
Yea, and I'm just flipping these Ps up on to the new one
And switching the flow up just for the nuance
Yea, I stay low like pin in a haystack, brick in a Maybach
Tinted windows make us hard to find when we fade to black
I'm coming off my top like my yankee hat
I thank these mothafuckas cause they made me rap
It's hard liquor in a paper bag
Never perfect but turn my stress into musicals
In fact, that's better cause imperfection is beautiful
Day ain't worth the homework niggas would doodle through
And what I get for putting together your two and two
Fond of art, unaware my kind of start
Juggling passion and trying not to break my mama's heart
The grow apart days, matter of fact that's where my whole heart changed
My father left the physical, we had to go our ways
Now I reminisce nostalgia, in the distance just a child
A loud misfit in the shower, mad sisters and they louder
Trouble with my aunt cause she was tripping every hour
Found the power in my words but I would just sit down and cowar
Coming to America we had oldness
VHS's in the dresser with a whole list
Anger management cause I talk with a closed fist
We started moving to charlotte and called it road trips
No fret, I was optimistic upon our plans
Until I got older and I peeped that I ain't understand
We left the land in the host of the things that's done with cleanse
But I'm just in the car mumbling music and shit