Thank you thank you
Your Far too kind
Far too kind
How I'm posed to keep my head right
Posted or swerving handle most my business at night
Fiends on the corner making
Love to that pipe
Hitting tar, dog, meth, crack
Morals depleting cuz I'll sell em that
Hiding moves from the set
Time to put them problems on my back
Pushing these rentals
Don't mean to offend you
Rolling
Dropping of food or the pack
Watching mirrors closely
One eye attached to me back
Even more so
Now that I'm
All Over these tracks
Room, Whips
Smokey
Dutch Vega smoking
Green syrup pouring
Topping it off with yellow
Don't know where I'm going
Faded
Stuck in the motions
Focused
Off this potion
Seem normal but I feel slow
I feel low
Just need a pick me up
Douse my sippy cup
Blow through blues Adolph Rupp
Small purchase zip me up
Blow that in a day
Probably three
7k on a quarter key
Procaine the cane
Not my step just
Get it off the same
I'm more so good with the quarter p
Well at least 8 of these going for the 3
I've said too much
Pardon me
Line jumping
Granny hit my phone
Tell me stay prayered up
Line jumping
Girl want me to get out here
Get playered up
Line jumpin
Talking
But I ain't saying much
Loss for words
Loss what's mine
Smoking on purp
Moving dimes
Split up the work
Got on my grind
Cover the hurt
Grabbing what's mine
Put u dirt
Try to stop my shine
Got stuck off them percs
Looking for a sign
Running up my purse
Billboards in mind
Hot boy at least a Turk
Never seen my type of kind
Frank Lucas before the fur
Killing shit but what's the crime
Kicking shit i am the spur
Hollywood living sipping wine
What's yo angle hoe kurt
How you moving it's divine
Green light you murked
Put this game in a bind til I'm first
And I guess this shit first
I guess this shit first
I guess this shit first
Yeah
Yeah
Thank you
Ivan 5ive James - Cleanse Pt. IV Lyrics
Ivan 5ive James - Cleanse Pt. IV Lyrics
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Thank you thank you
Your Far too kind
Far too kind
How I'm posed to keep my head right
Posted or swerving handle most my business at night
Fiends on the corner making
Love to that pipe
Hitting tar, dog, meth, crack
Morals depleting cuz I'll sell em that
Hiding moves from the set
Time to put them problems on my back
Pushing these rentals
Don't mean to offend you
Rolling
Dropping of food or the pack
Watching mirrors closely
One eye attached to me back
Even more so
Now that I'm
All Over these tracks
Room, Whips
Smokey
Dutch Vega smoking
Green syrup pouring
Topping it off with yellow
Don't know where I'm going
Faded
Stuck in the motions
Focused
Off this potion
Seem normal but I feel slow
I feel low
Just need a pick me up
Douse my sippy cup
Blow through blues Adolph Rupp
Small purchase zip me up
Blow that in a day
Probably three
7k on a quarter key
Procaine the cane
Not my step just
Get it off the same
I'm more so good with the quarter p
Well at least 8 of these going for the 3
I've said too much
Pardon me
Line jumping
Granny hit my phone
Tell me stay prayered up
Line jumping
Girl want me to get out here
Get playered up
Line jumpin
Talking
But I ain't saying much
Loss for words
Loss what's mine
Smoking on purp
Moving dimes
Split up the work
Got on my grind
Cover the hurt
Grabbing what's mine
Put u dirt
Try to stop my shine
Got stuck off them percs
Looking for a sign
Running up my purse
Billboards in mind
Hot boy at least a Turk
Never seen my type of kind
Frank Lucas before the fur
Killing shit but what's the crime
Kicking shit i am the spur
Hollywood living sipping wine
What's yo angle hoe kurt
How you moving it's divine
Green light you murked
Put this game in a bind til I'm first
And I guess this shit first
I guess this shit first
I guess this shit first
Yeah
Yeah
Thank you
Your Far too kind
Far too kind
How I'm posed to keep my head right
Posted or swerving handle most my business at night
Fiends on the corner making
Love to that pipe
Hitting tar, dog, meth, crack
Morals depleting cuz I'll sell em that
Hiding moves from the set
Time to put them problems on my back
Pushing these rentals
Don't mean to offend you
Rolling
Dropping of food or the pack
Watching mirrors closely
One eye attached to me back
Even more so
Now that I'm
All Over these tracks
Room, Whips
Smokey
Dutch Vega smoking
Green syrup pouring
Topping it off with yellow
Don't know where I'm going
Faded
Stuck in the motions
Focused
Off this potion
Seem normal but I feel slow
I feel low
Just need a pick me up
Douse my sippy cup
Blow through blues Adolph Rupp
Small purchase zip me up
Blow that in a day
Probably three
7k on a quarter key
Procaine the cane
Not my step just
Get it off the same
I'm more so good with the quarter p
Well at least 8 of these going for the 3
I've said too much
Pardon me
Line jumping
Granny hit my phone
Tell me stay prayered up
Line jumping
Girl want me to get out here
Get playered up
Line jumpin
Talking
But I ain't saying much
Loss for words
Loss what's mine
Smoking on purp
Moving dimes
Split up the work
Got on my grind
Cover the hurt
Grabbing what's mine
Put u dirt
Try to stop my shine
Got stuck off them percs
Looking for a sign
Running up my purse
Billboards in mind
Hot boy at least a Turk
Never seen my type of kind
Frank Lucas before the fur
Killing shit but what's the crime
Kicking shit i am the spur
Hollywood living sipping wine
What's yo angle hoe kurt
How you moving it's divine
Green light you murked
Put this game in a bind til I'm first
And I guess this shit first
I guess this shit first
I guess this shit first
Yeah
Yeah
Thank you
Writer: Ivan James
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