skkkr

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bag it up, stack it up, do it your way
do what u want but as long as you payd
you get what u give so u gotta be straight
so you go and get it b4 its to late
 
ayye ive been counting all this cake everyday feel like rick ross
ive been taking routes thru the city like a big boss
floating on a cloud man this bag i so loud
you could hear it from a mile, bitch u kno i got the style
you a child, you cant keep up
tryna play with me u gon end up getting hurt
in the dirt, whats ur worth is it worth it?
bitch im smoking on this earth like i am cursed
got my demons at my birth, i aint never been to church
but the pastor is my patient, u could never test my patience
to the money i be racin but the fame im never chasin
i would rather stay here blazin with the crew we paper chasin
ive been rolling rolling rolling and i think im loosing balance
but u kno i keep it goin cus u kno i love a challenge
and gonna do some damage i dont care if im to savage
never had no advantage, but ive allways fucking managed
erry day, get this K, i dont care bout what u say
so u better move away, b4 i let this chopper spray
ey erry day get this K, i dont play
smoke a j to the face, blow away
and someday well be okay

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