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Tell you how I feel inside They say it ain't trill enough They say it ain't drill enough I'm coming from the illest side I just know it's real enough Fuck what niggas think of that The salt is pink, the ink is black The grass is green, the link is broke Flowin' like the sink is broke, the drip is so consistent now Watch him grow complicit, oh you flipping now? Shit hit different, I need scissors now, cutting ties Taper faded wit' no clippers, don't ask no Kawhi Turn stone cold, you get to fucking wit' my Oberweis Stretching out, my shoulders wide All my burdens boulder size Mama right off Bouldercrest I was right off 63rd, you know the vibes Archetypеs and prototypes, I know those guys Press mе, I could go get my shit notarized Instantly, no polaroid's Instantly, I'm Jonah, y'all gon' have to throw me overboard Couple nights in the belly of the beast Nigga came out like he know the lord, overjoyed I don't understand When is y'all niggas gon' realize, uh SongtexteReal eyes realize real lies, huh Real eyes realize real lies, help me see the truth Tryna be more James, I walk in Peter shoes Sparrows gotta be my views Vintage frames I see 'em through Fear of God, I'm steppin' in, no weapon formed, the needle move, the record scratch, the blessings pouring Almost like I'm preapproved For everything my credit good, my checking strong My breakfast good, I'm shredding wheat the tears is gone I'm back in form Overhead just like my baggage I unpack it for him Don't exaggerate I'm accurate this javelin throwin' Tryna get my point across Olympic preparations all these habits form Elevated patterns, I can taste some pH balance off Went against the wave but I'm no Hasselhoff Ain't no more low-key I took the silence off Old school but the mileage new Seen it from the pilot's view Gotta be more hands on it no way I get these calluses off Skate grip, only 'cause they shape-shift Famous for the fallacies We been watchin' matadors Y'all still putting batteries in niggas backs, empowered by they salaries Should see 'em when the camera's off, you know the drill Hear the wrong thing and then I'm Holyfield Ha, help me see the truth Tryna be more James, I walk in Peter shoes Sparrows gotta be my views Vintage frames I see 'em through Aus Songtexte Mania