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hmm..
03:08
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On the block call me Bell cuz I'm hiding from the op
Puff my spliff right-hand fingers reeking like my spot
The apocalypse is coming through the window with a Glock
And im dodging most the bullets when I hit it time stop
Juxtaposed white and black lux baby tux in the back I'm so locked and loaded ricin in my mail with a mail it back postmark
Coast far saving every penny for the go hard
No stars
Praising all my codes they so undecrypted
Slip like Im jetison by 747
Slow for dummies
See their nose all runny
Got the vibe of a mummy
Daddy beat you with the belt huh
Now you wanna go and that shit to your bitch huh?
Fuck niggas thinking they equipped yuh
America's a country with its dick in an A R muzzle
And the slaves are everybody now what's a whip our
Culture cut in half like a cake for the taking
And the weights all tied up to our legs now we heading for the edge
Gonna find out what was hiding in the Hudson
It's a fed
And since all they want your bread
Like they shooting at a niggas back who's already dead
On the block call me Bell cuz I'm hiding from the op
Puff my spliff right-hand fingers reeking like my spot
The apocalypse is coming through the window with a Glock
And I'm dodging most the bullets when I hit it time stop
Knights of Whoville
Fight for rubles
Burning anthill
Bloody ramen noodles
You Can never be too careful
cuz there's blood money movin yah
Last time i checked they had checks with no limit
Solar rays been distinguished as a threat
Strive for black excellence since a slip up means a lockup
My skin so ambiguous still too dark for a fuckup
But Too light for support
Hair looks homeless
Dirty cornice be is the plank
The illumi have a plan
They won't be there throwing hand
They got drones and fucking brands
Run my man
Both halves the nation hate me for the same reason
Its the Difference
All my life they been like “where you from kid?”
Here and there I shorten
Since then how do I explain that my parents moved from away from the good old U S A
To try to seek a better day and like what does that portray bout my come up
What does that say about me coming back
I'm not the prodigal son, im just the joker
I'm not a prophet just a smoker
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She's a tiger in the street you know
She's got the something
When she speaks
That makes the fake niggas lose control
Should have been a liar with a body like that
Should have been a liar with a body like that
Why the fuck they front like I'mma be the biggest playa
Cover insecurities with their jewelry
they like that
Cover up the losses with bullshitery
They like that
Grab mad stacks to throw at bitches for that ass clap
Damn they be all about that image
Most design a gimmick
Praying to God bitches will fuck with it
See to me these seconds gifted Tryna elevate my time
Choosy when I'm searching for my next partner
To pin my crimes
Exes knocking on my door again
I need a crib up on the moon
She says Old soul born again
Is this time the tenth
Seen this shit before
Bitch I'm not an amateur
Mind leaking out the vents
Final breath ego deaths the cure
She's a tiger in the street you know
She's got the something
When she speaks
That makes the fake niggas lose control
Should have been a liar with a body like that
Should have been a liar with a body like that
Shit it's mostly been confusing
She be toasty been abusing
I was double-fisting two drinks
The blunt just be so soothing
I'm just busy with my two cents
Bending spoons when
Contortions are improvements
the story ends with two ends
Untied
If she withers with the leaves
Eating Sun-dried
Tomatoes in the evening
See some shit don't know who's lense
I'm peeking through
Tentative to betterment through actions without focus
Focused modus
Without hype
Solace is solace I need my hardlife
I reach mine on the mic
I been the dark type
I've also been the light
The black elative is the movement
In need of archetypes
That aren't degenerative in spite
Of being self elating
My High Life
Is still on the list
I ain't never been
one to fuvking miss
Maybe I'm playing too safe
Maybe I never did get real enough
Ones that got away
I hope that someday hey but I'm just still afraid
To lose you as a person
I just crave your time of day
She's a tiger in the street you know
She's got the something
When she speaks
That makes the fake niggas lose control
Should have been a liar with a body like that
Should have been a liar with a body like that
Should have been a liar
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Hell yeah yall don't even know
Yall never even asked me tho
20 years now so I'm still a little nigga
20 more years and ill be a little bigger
Little dit-deedee but I still did it better bitch thinking clearer
Living as a sinner centerfold model got my toes coddled yeah
You know that shit warmed up like my fourth bottle yeah
Rose in the fridge use the ladies card tho
Crows holler, wrapped in the days, laughed up in their faces
Now I'm sitting on the rooftop like a mad max raider
Everybody gets what they want
Stop
Niggas robbed the corner shop, no one even called the cops
Naked in the kitchen, living all my life with my naked inhibitions
Fucking with the crowd Talking way too loud to become unplugged
you don't need a monitor yeah I monitor my soul tryna get those 7 figures all I need is roles
Hell yeah yall don't even know
Yall never even asked me tho
All these Mad insinuations testing on my patience
Asking if I'm Hatian or if I'm reppin any nations
I live on the moon stations
renegotiations, Talking with the Martians never asking for a pardon when I'm done I'm smoking cartons of ciggies in the bottom of the lake
Bumping biggie, ignoring all the fakes, keys to the city
Yeah flipping all my haters into co-creators
Got our fingers on the world now its time to take it over
Back against the fold, asking what I know,
terminate a bowl and now I'm exhaling my soul
Undetermined goals, all I wanna do is make some music for the lows
Sitting on the flows, practicing my bow and arrow shooting out the door
Hopefully nobodies passing but i'm passing out some gold
Aint no shady character, been around the block and back to venus, all i got is love for people yeah
Hell yeah yall don't even know
Yall never even asked me tho
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Gloe
03:25
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Goldpassions
04:41
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Smoothtalker
03:18
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