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MadeinTYO
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Then the C8 some kind of way got out the
Driveway and it's just right here (Tokyo)
Prada problems, Louis options
If you fly, yeah, tag me when you shoppin' (Yeah)
'Member I ain't had no bed in that old apartment (Uh-huh)
Just manifestin' shit, really thinkin' 'bout startin' (Uh-huh)
Thought life would be different (Come on)
But we all go through it
My last one didn't work out 'cause I was focused on music (Uh-huh)
Are your dreams lucid?
You ever dream while you was dreamin'
And the room start movin'? (Damn)
Do you feel like givin' up and stop losin'? (Skrrt)
I prayed for you last night, I know you could use it
Introduce hะตr to drugs, I hope she don't abuse it
Craig Greenะต jacket stiff, I barely make movement
How you miss Paris Fashion Week? (Skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause I was busy when they asked me (Skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause I was takin' shots just like an athlete (Ooh)
Move different when she mad at me (Ah)
Everything happen for a reason (Uh-huh)
So I'm just chasin' nothin' this season
I'm so focused, I'm just eatin'
She say I never put her first (Cap)
But if I don't take care of the family, life could be worse (For real)
I won't add to your stress now, just let it go (Uh-huh)
Black single father doin' good, yeah, I'm on the road (Ooh)
The kids pickin' where he wanna go (You know what I mean?)
They wanna know where I'm shoppin', it's gettin' critical (Ah)
In love with the analog more than digital (For real)
Tell me all of your fears, are you spiritual? (For real)
Can I touch on your mind? More than physical (Tokyo)
Damn, I remember my first car was a Tercel (Uh-huh)
Wasn't flashy, but it worked well
Downed junkies in the back seat with a death smell (Come on)
No school, but we got Yale, oh, yeah
Play to win like it's no fair
I'm from the '90s like No Fear (Check it)
Around the thousands like kappa gear
Nike Shox, Ziploc baggies full of pure sniff
They got low lives, bustin' they streets)
Be aware of fentanyl, that shit do kill
But I'm in Medellรญn with Escobar, hundred percent real
Lowriders on gold DYs
Lil' homies on standby, you know the riders like Michelin tires
I let my ho bitch hit it if she say it's fire
If not, you a liar, liar, Jim Carrey
He pulled a strap, but he got scary (You know what I mean?)
I got the milk, nigga, no dairy
You a fraud, nigga, no Harry
Chevys cut like a whole brick
That's that dope shit (That shit crazy)
It's the pig (It's the pig, it's the pig)
Tokyo
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