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Nickels and Dimes

Sticks to my mind

I'll never win

You have my friendsGot a thing for nickel plated nines and pretty dimes

Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes

Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines

Between beauty and beast, I walk the line

Johnny Cash, I'm a real G

I cut myself today to see if I still bleed

Success is so sublime

Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind

Something 'bout the struggle so divine

This sort of love is hard to define

When you scratching for every nickel and dime

Got me itching to do this shit for my mom

Do this shit for my town

Leave the door open hoping they kick it down

The purest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous

We gon' make it there, I promise this

Sticks to my mind

I'll never win

You have my friendsSometimes I feel survivor's guilt

I gave some money to this guy, he got high as hell

Now I'm part of the problem far as I could tell

Did I do it for him or do it for myself

Can't lie to myself

I love my niggas more than my own blood

I die for my niggas and I love my cub, hope that's not fucked up

I got a problem with the handouts, I took the man route

I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now

No guilt in giving clear a nigga conscience out

No guilt in receiving, every thing within reason

Can't see it taking food out my little monster's mouth

That'll drive me gaga

Run up in your momma's house, two nickels, one dime

Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down

I'm just trying to find common ground

'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down

Mr. Day O, major fail

Respect these youngins boy, it's my time now

Hublot homie, two door homie

You don't know all the shit I do for the homies

Sticks to my mind

I'll never win

You have my friendsPardon my hubris, Stanley Kubrick

With eyes wide shut, I could cook up two bricks

Turn nickels to dime, turn dimes to quarters

Turn wives from daughters, oh, I'm clear as water

And just for clarity, my presence is charity

My flow is a gift, philanthropist

Everybody 'round me rich, or will be

Baby boy I promise you this, or kill me

And when a nigga go as the old adage go

You die rich or you die disgraced, so just let me grow

Watch me cook, throw no looks

Like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked, yeah

Y'all not worthy, sometimes I feel like

Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly

The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous

So here y'all go, I promise thisSticks to my mind

I'll never win

You have my friends

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