Deranged Fantasy

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[Verse 1]
my verse'll crush a coal to a diamond
eyes forever red, I'm blunted but never mind it
I keep the faith like I keep a rifle in the basement
I love the Matrix, gettin' higher than the spaceship
my father taught me, "get the dough and live like Tony
I never said to do drugs, I just said stay away from phony
and don't let no other motherfucker hold me, control me
to throw me, that's how I lose my trophy"
I leave the town, dude, smellin' like daffodils
the past is past, and I done did that, so let me chill
she couldn't hold it, she was with me for the wrong reasons
a gold-diggin' dick-sucker that was for the season
for the better or the worse, when I'm all up in the church
with my killers, we the first ones to put you in a hearse
as I proceed to show the mic love
she said, "you got some strong hands, can you rub it on my—"
 
[Pre-Chorus]
tender love, tender love, I wish
[Chorus]
I was gettin' tender love and care from my lady
instead, I got the nines and the four-fifth with me
ridin' around, and they up on me
lookin' for me
 
[Verse 2]
I heard she sell it better when she on the powder
and in the golden shower, shit, that's a plus
she went to NYU, but now she at Howard
so she know my name, but to you, she be nameless
while I was in the cypher, spittin' 'bout the dangers
that happen on my block where we let the Glock bangers
when I was down south, you know, in the back woods
I had this blonde hair named angel, she was bad good
she used to make her money doin' voodoo
she love to get it poppin' when we go and cop the boo-boo
we got to reminiscin' 'bout how we was missin'
she started actin' different, and her name was gypsy
as I said it, "I heard you be in massachusett's
winnin' beauty pageants, you a queen, you the baddest"
she was like, "you're right, I be up in harlem
and I'm proud to be the reason why you people started ballin'"
 
[Chorus]
she said she was
give me tender love and care, that's my baby
and she like it like this
tender love, I wish
I was gettin' tender love and care from my lady
instead, I got the nines and the four-fifth with me
ridin' around, and they up on me
lookin' for me
 
[Outro]
my homies, get money, put it in the air
my bitches, get money, put it in the air
my homies, get money, put it in the air
my bitches, get money, put it in the air

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Jean
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