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Always keep my hands up just in case Disgraceful Why the fuck you hateful Why you playing games This shits insane It ain't the same I change my ways for me I'm rehearsing I re Purge then rebirth them We read Persians like we feen for a dream Purpose on purpose man we clean curtains So when we close them we know it's proper We eat first Then quinch thirst Sip niqqa Certain in every verse for certain Lurking niqqas think i'll make a toast Don't burn ya bread Count ya accomplishments Don't ever boast The words from pops And I hold it close Cuz the lord just know Robert frost could've got me flowing a colder road My corazón could've failed me my man to each they own I'm home I wanted some But now i'm talking all So what's the sum If i'm popping off like I wanted war 22s in shawty bra Praise the lord Fuck the rules bitch I'm humpin' the law Uncle sam I hope ya ass just saw Scrolling through pics on the phone I'm thinking why did I listen Them niggas be up on your phone So leave me alone I ain't even did shit Them Problems be piling like mountains I look to the skies and it's pouring like fountains I told you my family got talent My pockets got fatter I'm keeping the balance Always be watching my step Don't fuck with me if you live with regrets I'm off the beat with finesse Look at my feet that's the cream with colette Keep it a buck I be paying my debts Stay out my business don't look at my texts I need some space to relieve all my stress Ain't looking back I'm just thinking what's next I'm sitting pretty that coralline I'm feeling petty you looking fine That's word to my momma I put the time Watch out lil shawty She tryna wine I didn't think I would make it out I do the dishes she take it out I ain't gone fold ima work it out Ain't bout the drama don't run ya mouth Now you gone speak about confidence Talk about all of the time we spent Talk about family and benefits All of the bitches you better than I'm getting tired like Michelin How I'm gone tell you, you different then I preach like pastors with wedding rings And talking bout niggas don't mean a thing Yea
E.A.M. — Intro
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