[ Featuring TheMIND ]
Who's the most self-conscious?
Lately I've been lookin' at tags less
Never leavin' storefronts bagless
Designer rags and conversations with facists
Mister Wilder's a myth
Mind is a gift
I mean, there was this gift
No longer ashamed of my thread count
In bed with a girl who's not ashamed of her head gown
Still I wake up with these cold sweats
Forever get to sleep it off
Pray this woman f*cks me soft
Instant gratification
I mean, now I'm impatient
It's hard for a nigga who never had shit to have shit
You turned into that storefront, paper or plastic?
You asked for it
My dad says the Lord's blessings will rain down
I pray I stay sane now
I ask 'em question like, who am I right now?
Because I'm still plagued by peer pressure
Craig says "survivor's guilt will probably still get ya"
Time spinnin' still like the only real measure
A four-letter word
I drip my ego in gold
I wear that bitch like a fur
The only protection from the coast is the moments that I rather forget
Big bracelets, Rollies, big faces
Jesus pieces can't save you
VVS is stressin'
Best stress, say less
When niggas stress it ain't true (f*ck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets
Diamonds, bling and gold
Oh, am I real? Real
Spread love
F*ck a dollar
F*ck your love or get some head-love
Break bread with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
'Cause you don't need that
F*ck a zippy nigga feedback
We gone where the keys at
You see, I'm only ever lost when I ask where the trees at
Milly rockin' through the pressure
Middle fingers to the pessimistic
Niggas latchin' 'cause they simply missed the message, listen
All this gold I be talkin', what's it representin'?
If I ain't rockin' what I'm talkin'
What I'm talkin' really
Mostly metaphor
Most niggas out here talkin' silly
We'll talk about it, make
Lot of people like to dance around
The point I couldn't even bust a waltz around it
I've been tryna make one
See a chance I'ma take one
Only mobbin' with my day one niggas
Only shoppin' for like fifteen minutes in a different city
When I'm on tour
More contemporary than a war tour, not a label whore
I don't play with niggas
Talkin' color palettes, seein' silhouettes
You see me takin' pictures
I'ma build on that
It don't matter, I'ma chill on that
You can see it when you see me
I'ma always be me
I can keep it real like that
Big bracelets, Rollies, big faces
Jesus pieces can't save you
VVS is stressin'
Best stress, say less
When niggas stress it ain't true (f*ck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets
Diamonds, bling and gold
Oh, am I real? Real
Okay, the love of money root of all evil
Okay, the camel through the eye of a needle for a rich man
Before a rich man, no havin'
So I'm in this bitch, no wristband
Movin', dippin', dodgin' through the temptations
I've been hasty, I be patient
I've been maybed to be never heard from again
So when I got the cash
I be spendin' like we savin'
Say, "he trippin'" till you check my balance
Ten years later you can check my talents
I done doubled up from a 2-4 from 5-10
I never been no type of man to hide his shit beneath the dirt
Crack a smile beneath the hurt
You can only do that when you knew that
All those things that you had when you was up was just stuff
Without it it's like, kid, this just us
Who are you when no one's lookin'?
Most niggas crooked, they money exposed
It's always sunny until it's cloudy
And then you suppose
That the daughter, the boat will still be open when you reach it
Hope it work out like before you
I wouldn't bet on that myself though
Big bracelets, Rollies, big faces
Jesus pieces can't save you
VVS is stressin'
Best stress, say less
When niggas stress it ain't true (f*ck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets
Diamonds, bling and gold
Oh, am I real? Real
