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Blueberry Rain

I have to blink two 'cause im camera shy
I dont eat ice cream or pie
I make it melt man be dripping of the shelf
But looking hella pretty like my buckle belt
Its a serenity a
My legacy is begging me to change my
A four-five
anatomy is sorta like a policy
A termonology
It dont give an
You the trigonometry
You think can flygirly (?)
get the BDP
Half a
The mongoose bangs while the birds all
I wear my house shoes like Im part of a

I spread like mustard but never could trust her
You know im just a hustler caught up like
Im all in trying to triple a
See the thats told get as cold as icicles
I cut 'em off if you question my
Day i rate mayne my mind state mac a
Knowin all my homies gon call when
To the P.I's and pushin raw like Eddy
You can give me a and tell me "wassup mayne"
Influxuate the till its cookie or cupcakes
Its so straight up with no gimicks
get on her you can roll wit it
Every minute count we
We count onces to the
Houses from the account up in the couch
Fly south get the dough in atlanta
I hit the floor and do the Montana

Im to go, leaving clouds of smoke
Ima do my bay thang,
Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my
No time for games hey
on a papa chase
Leavin em laced got moves to
Im staying high like fly for
get by just to maintain

Oh naw
I aint enough, theres more i gotta see
So dont punish me just 'cause i smoke alot of weed
my apology see I be the no sinner
The rule breaker shaker mayne the goal
Getting the business suckas letting the burn
Im never finish not after my last words
Natural disasters take your boy
No doubt just let me go out in a glory
Helpin kids the bridge it is what it is
Live life with a whole lot of to give
I dont it
Believe me if god me its curtains
I hope i my purpose and he knows I wasnt perfect
queez in this game for life
Translate do the damn the day I die
Its a cold world and im already frost bit
So save your I play death when you talk shit

Man its the fifth wheel, some feel, up and blow kill
I dont them motherfuckers all of em hope still
Kay swiss like columbian coke
And I dont about your word I sell dreams and hopes
Man its the reece's buttercup be the focus like a mind
Number 2 pencil is Picasso's
EQ got the purple crushed up
The rush of the blood is like a task-force

Im going to go, leaving of smoke
Ima do my bay thang,
Ima mayne, gotta make my change
No for playin games hey
State-to-State on a papa
Leavin em got moves to make
Im staying like fly for life
Cant get by to maintain