Imgrnt
Ain't smoke none in a while, still out here feeling faded
They preaching some, yeah keep up with that patience
Still on the run, but ain't shit but changes
All these bars sung, got me reaching out for these cases
No encores, no phone calls
No progress, just downfalls
No new cheques, they bounce off
Got new visas, still outlaws, woah
Picture perfect never made it
Frames ain't matching these painting
Everything crooked through the vases, woah
Left the golden sands for the six
Left my whole fam for this shit
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids, woah
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids
Left the golden sands for the six
Left my whole fam for this shit
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids, woah
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids
Hardly prepped for these off times
When did dark colors mean dark times
Seem we always ready, but never on time
Seem we all deadly, when the cops sign, woah
Programmed, to be programmed
Yeah, all stand, when they sit down
Yeah, all hail to these fake crowns, no
Eyes open, still blinded
Mouth open, speak promise
Ears closed, hear silence, woah
These foes, know conscious
These foes, no conscious
These foes know, no
Left the golden sands for the six
Left my whole fam for this shit
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids, woah
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids
Left the golden sands for the six
Left my whole fam for this shit
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids, woah
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids
They preaching some, yeah keep up with that patience
Still on the run, but ain't shit but changes
All these bars sung, got me reaching out for these cases
No encores, no phone calls
No progress, just downfalls
No new cheques, they bounce off
Got new visas, still outlaws, woah
Picture perfect never made it
Frames ain't matching these painting
Everything crooked through the vases, woah
Left the golden sands for the six
Left my whole fam for this shit
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids, woah
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids
Left the golden sands for the six
Left my whole fam for this shit
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids, woah
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids
Hardly prepped for these off times
When did dark colors mean dark times
Seem we always ready, but never on time
Seem we all deadly, when the cops sign, woah
Programmed, to be programmed
Yeah, all stand, when they sit down
Yeah, all hail to these fake crowns, no
Eyes open, still blinded
Mouth open, speak promise
Ears closed, hear silence, woah
These foes, know conscious
These foes, no conscious
These foes know, no
Left the golden sands for the six
Left my whole fam for this shit
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids, woah
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids
Left the golden sands for the six
Left my whole fam for this shit
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids, woah
Still a dirty immigrant to the kids
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