BRAILLE

Aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye

Uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, uh, aye (Heeey xfour)

Yeah, yeah

I cannot stop this shit, what makes you think that you can

One false move and we pull up we soakin' his mans

I think that I'm doin' well, I can care less about what you be sayin

My story written in Braille, you gotta feel this shit to understand

Saint Laurent on me, match with Adidas

She say she love me, I got amnesia

Big booty model, she need a visa, yeah (yeah!)

She off that indica, I'm off sativa

Trendsetter, they playin' follow the leader

Bedwetter, she took my sheets to the cleaners, yeah

What am I sippin' this shit got me trippin, I swear that I'm leanin, yeah (Yeah!)

Like the Tower of Pisa Know I ain't doin' this shit to appease ya, yeah (Nope!)

Stomp out the yard in some Forces, niggas they gettin' mad cause we got creases, yeah (Of course!)

Our money increasing, yeah

Look at they money decreasing, yeah

Niggas they switch and do treason, niggas they switch on the gang for no reason, yeah

Niggas they want me dead well too bad, nigga, you see that I'm breathin, yeah

Bang on my chest like a beast

I'm breakin' bread with my bros, look at how we feastin, yeah

This ain't some shit I can teach ya, yeah

You gotta go through all the seasons, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I cannot stop this shit, what makes you think that you can

One false move and we pull up we soakin' his mans

I think that I'm doin' well, I can care less about what you be sayin

My story written in Braille, you gotta feel this shit to understand

Huh, y'all don't get it

I've been doin' it all on a mission

Now these labels they all in my mentions

Got me a new bitch I call her my mistress

Cause my bastards all goin' in

Pray to God, I repent for my sins

Been through a lot, took it all on the chin

Now look at me win bitch

I remember when they never wanted me

Now they watchin' me, lookin' like wannabes

If you ain't talkin' money, you done to me

If you ain't talkin' money, you under me

Had to grind for this shit

Pockets is way too obese, Scott Steiner don't fuck with me

Candy-painted it look like a bumblebee

How you in fourth and goal and you fumblin

Where was you at when niggas was strugglin

I need more credit, I'm never given enough (Uh)

Yeah, you niggas like Chik-fil-A nuggets, you niggas ain't breaded enough (Word!)

Damn, she don't wanna be saved, don't think that I said it enough (Yeooo!)

Only thing that be sweet about me is the fruits of my labor, I'm blendin' it up

Yeah, yeah

I cannot stop this shit, what makes you think that you can

One false move and we pull up we soakin' his mans

I think that I'm doin' well, I can care less about what you be sayin

My story written in Braille, you gotta feel this shit to understand

(Redemption)

This Omar? Omar goes this hard? Oh my god..