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Who's the most self conscious? Lately I've been lookin' at tags less Never leavin' store fronts bagless Designer rags and conversations with facists Mister Wilder's a myth, theMIND is a gift I mean, so is 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 fucks 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 store front, paper or plastic? You asked for it My dad says the Lord's blessings will rain down I pray I stay sane now Asking questions like, "Am I lame now?" Because I'm still plagued by peer pressure Craig says "survivor's guilt will probably still get ya" Time spent is still like the only real measure Of the 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 Letras de canciones Big bracelets, Rollies, big faces Jesus pieces can't save you VVS is stressin' Best dressed, say less When niggas stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro) Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets Diamonds, bling and gold, in my grill...grill... Spread love Fuck a dollar Fuck your lover, get some head-love Break bread with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs Cause you don't need that Fuck 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, Mick" Lot of people like to dance around a point, I couldn't even bust a waltz around it I've been tryna make one See a chance, know that I'ma take one Only mobbin' with my day one niggas Only shoppin' for like 15 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 And 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 dressed, say less When niggas stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro) Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets Diamonds, bling and gold, in my grill...grill... OK, the love of money root of all evil OK, the camel through a eye of a needle 'fore a rich man Before a rich man know heaven So I'm in this bitch, no wrist band Movin', dippin', dodgin' through the temptation 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 10 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, Kith, its 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 that door to 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 dressed, say less When niggas stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro) Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets Diamonds, bling and gold, in my grill...grill... Woman- Oh you never heard somebody say it's a different type of love? Mick- It is, and I'm j-, I just admitted that like, it definitely is. It def- def- i-i-is Like, I'm not denying that, like, I have to say that is, it is a different type of love... (I told you that, 6 months ago!) From Letras Mania