The last of a breed, that won't ask for the lead
So im like fuck it, im out get on your head
When you took my hand up so calm
Light the way, lead us on
City national bank evolve into shape
Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,
I feel like im just made of lead
She don’t give her nigga head
Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,
I've become immune to you no name haters
We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check
Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead
Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check
In a few years ima be taking the lead
That's word to my mom
Try not to lead her on
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