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I stack it I stack it I stack it & pack up my sandwich like, huh
Don’t the kids gotta eat
I get wifey what she need
Then me n my team cover the streets
Brodie tell me what you find
Brodie what’s been on ya mind
Bro I think I’m slowly dying
Stupid literally all of us are
Literally all of fall
Why you think I roll & spark
One thing that come to the light
Always goin come from the dark
So when you see a night trying
I’m just trying to it to go off
A yo shout out all my so called
Bigger shout out to my road dawgs
We almost there nigga hold on
Almost there nigha hold on
Almost there
Ten toes
Take a tote then I take my post
Then back to the mission of gettin in n out but still make the most
True religion get used to making split decisions
Cutthroat but I ain’t switching
tryna get us in a higher position, but
What’s the price
Idk where to go
And you never gave up & you always gave love but you know you alone
Good memories on time
They say it’s good for some things
Something telling me to dig deep & find out the real me
Young king
Stuck in the system
trapped in the program
once I get out
I’m rocking all gold man
look like I’m gohan
eyes wide open Can’t never close them
blink. It’s over with it
It happened that fast so I tell him step back
for I start spazzing on your ass
curry with the shot
playing me close I go hard in the paint
turn into Bron James
Your girl playing D strip me out my balmains
must be my cool, I’m the new Jordan
jump man to the bullshit
You can miss me with it
fake people make me sick
They ask how I’m doing
not because I care
but only to make sure I’m not doing better than them
I’m like yeah I’m on the way though
You should really be afraid
I remember every single day so
the next time you throwing shade know
I live in the dark I’ve been in the dark
you ask, and you still in the dark
my women is dark, my skin is in dark
You get the picture
I’m that number one nigga
stop telling people that you with us
I told Negas from the get up
if you wasn’t there from the start don’t even start
Yo not like me boy don’t be retarded
Had the city on lock tried to act like we didn’t
had to put it back together, but it’s back to the business
Baltimore baby, I done lived in the east side, west side and in the county
which you know about me
And I can’t forget bus trip after bus trip
back to rosedale back Hempstead back to sutphin up to something
I can’t take New York outta me it go wherever I go
Dreaming from monte Carlo’s to speeding in murcialogos
Screaming for mercy from models
Scheming cuz ain’t no fckn way I let you play me
Why it gotta be this way
Why you can’t hold the faith
What to believe what to believe
Hmm why it gotta be this way
What to believe
Wtf