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Dipping in some Epsom salt. Chill thoughts? Talking to a gourmet chick with no flaws, thinking about the shit that I bought. Red Porsche, three star Michelin Mill, free course, you can smell the black or kid Tom Ford. Let's go back to my apartment. Man's board, chill by the fireplace, bare rug, floorboard, fine broad knees bent, slurp on the broad sword. Auditions over. Don't call me, might call you. Maybe one day you get blessed with around two. Two's got the 22 under my Canada goose. Luscious prime cut, strutting in new shoes, got a fine ass groove. Let me introduce self Lamar.
Pleasure to meet you. I'm from around the way, but stay low key incognito. Next thing I know, she offers me free blow
Cross silk linen on the side, Calamari staying some last night? Left my liver jacket in the ride. Still sleeping with the phone by my side. Yeah, you're damn right. Time waits for no man. It's expensive. So I got a slide off the soldier art gallery in Guilford. Fresh fettuccine on the gold plate. We celebrate. Art dealership for the win.
We finesse that Don Perry for my bro. I'm off the studio, lacing the next track. Make a millie, then I might kick back. Until then, still grinding, pull up a next batch, want a verse, hit me with five racks? Gonna make a hit then I'm hustling to cop me a nice flat?
Reinvest the profit and tax, building up my shares, this marathon continues. Peace to Nipsey. Heard him loud and clear. You know I keep em going? Want to go black then the platinum one before you see me slowing? Facts, facts.