[Verse 1: Gipp]
Photographs are like mirrors
They can hold a body for a moment
I grew up on four corners
But jumped in in a circle
$100 grand on a fuck nigga head
Cut his body into pizza, watched the cheese spread
Had to move out of touch from niggas fingers
You know how your friends are
They'll eat your whole box of Pringles
Leave crumbs in the backseat of the car
Walk past you in a crowded room
You conceited bastard, you
I don't talk when I ride, that's what the feet for
Ain't no pressure when you see me, that's what the heat for
Lucille Ball on the seashore
Expecting more out of niggas
Tell me the truth
Tell me how it really go
You don't have to say it no more
You on that different type of shit
That extraordinary shit
That shit that I don't understand
But I ain't gon' say it no more
Kolors
Photographs are like mirrors
They can hold a body for a moment
I grew up on four corners
But jumped in in a circle
$100 grand on a fuck nigga head
Cut his body into pizza, watched the cheese spread
Had to move out of touch from niggas fingers
You know how your friends are
They'll eat your whole box of Pringles
Leave crumbs in the backseat of the car
Walk past you in a crowded room
You conceited bastard, you
I don't talk when I ride, that's what the feet for
Ain't no pressure when you see me, that's what the heat for
Lucille Ball on the seashore
Expecting more out of niggas
Tell me the truth
Tell me how it really go
You don't have to say it no more
You on that different type of shit
That extraordinary shit
That shit that I don't understand
But I ain't gon' say it no more
Kolors
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