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Praise God as we whistle past the graveyard
Livin' for the long nights, I know that the day's hard
When niggas wan' get the K, not a day job
That's why they fall where they lay, never case solved
The house leaks from the top down
I keep a mop, I'm at the top now
I'm on a lot of niggas' tops now
Hot rounds shellin', I send 'em out
Sellin' out shows by word of mouth
'Member I's a nigga no one heard about?
They memorize my words now
A nigga made it out and made a way for others
I had to face the thunder, that's how I braced the storm
Wasn't many like us 'fore we got here, but we changed the norms
Somebody call the Forbes, call the Lord, call it what you want
Them Hamaa boys runnin' up a month
Went to Ibeg in Queens for the month
Buy my queen what she want
New pumps and some Yves Saint Laurents
New comfort levels
My lifestyle's moved to upper level
I got my head in the stars
I was uninvolved, Billy Beane, I was playin' Moneyball
Went from prayin' on the car to payin' by Bacardos
Grindin', only God knows my hunger
Never see my squad goin' under, I promise you that
Pleasure
I've got everything I've ever wanted
Simpler things find me when I'm alone
When I'm alone
Where I belong
Lying in your sheets of silk and satin's got me weak
Hold you tight, this fire body wind is creepin' up on me
I go L-H-R to swim, so wash that water over me
From the moment that we touch down to the second that I leave
New comfort levels
New comfort levels



Autor(en): Kaleb Nathan Rollins, Abbas Hamad, Roxane Barker, Samuel Paul Evans, Diamond Medina Copyright: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Kosign Services America Inc.



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