Epitome.

(Just for you)
(Just for love) yeah
(I'll be just for you) yeah, yeah
(Oh, love) yeah, aye

Painting pictures on the block, nigga slanging deep
Nigga, this ain't no fiction, niggas slanging weed
If y'all ever need a gram, nigga, I got a piece
I gotta a palm tree in the back, that's my neighbours tree
Indian nigga keep a .30, that's a fucking piece
Cooking curry motherfucker, we ain't saving shit
Man, you a hoe, I rock a cape, but I ain't save you bitch
And nonetheless, I'm the greatest in my fucking street

Boulevard east drive, that's the only street
Speak in code up with a nigga, sure he ain't no bitch
We still aiming at the top, I got the socket bitch
Balls embedded in my joints, still got no Ballon d'Or
I let it go, then let it flow and Toni Braxton called
Before I even had the chalice, all my dawgs were deep
And I'm just joking motherfuckers, this my Epitome

I'll be just for you
Just for love
Oh, love
Just for you
Just for love



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