Lil bro wanna kill, I told him "just wait"
We gon' shake the bag, hit the road, interstate
We ain't used to havin' much, we started gettin' cake
Forgiatos in my dream, I'm tryna own a estate
At the table with some bosses, I was just a crumb
Got a lot of money, yeah it came with a drum
I don't care abouta opp its f*ck where he from
I'm not a killer, please don't push me, but I got my gun
Mob ties, everybody around me bleeding red
Please don't push me, all my homies aimin for his head
I'm the one that's feedin' all the killers in the feds
448, just buy a bowl wit ya bread
I can show you how to stack like Jeezy in the trap
I done gained a little weight like Peezy in the trap
Everything I'm sayin real you know just how to act
Everything I ever lost, I'm goin' buy it back
Stamped
Stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped
Yeah
Walk in the booth and I spit facts plus my heart heavy
I lost niggas I can't get back plus my palms sweaty
Palms itchin', I need quick racks
Never gon' forget me and my brother counted ten racks
They can have social media, they ain't never get their get back
Before I put that work, I break it down in to six-packs
Say he want the, for the, I can get that
I try not to think about my past and forget that
I try not to think about my past, I might get mad
Remember I was a youngin', always talk about a quick jag
It's a different feelin' when you get money and your bitch bad
Two twenty-eight, hundreds, fifty-six, come on, that's quick math
AP sittin' on my wrist, that's a quick bag
Bro say, f*ck a standard went and grabbed extended clip mag
I heard all the rumors, he ain't rob shit with his bitch ass
You can have it today and lose it tomorrow, time switch fast
Then get it tomorrow for bein' poppin', watch him switch back
Observe and I watch, you show your hand and I sit back
I just give her game and in return, she give me spits back
I just fronted two and in return, he gave me six back
Remember I was stressin', I ain't know how to make a quick stack
I had to sit back, observe my situation and get back
And I went missin' for some time and they ain't dig that
I'm on the road to riches Bink, I got it bro, just sit back
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Lil bro wanna kill, I told him "just wait"
We gon' shake the bag, hit the road, interstate
We ain't used to havin' much, we started gettin' cake
Forgiatos in my dream, I'm tryna own a estate
At the table with some bosses, I was just a crumb
Got a lot of money, yeah it came with a drum
I don't care abouta opp its f*ck where he from
I'm not a killer, please don't push me, but I got my gun
Mob ties, everybody around me bleeding red
Please don't push me, all my homies aimin for his head
I'm the one that's feedin' all the killers in the feds
448, just buy a bowl wit ya bread
I can show you how to stack like Jeezy in the trap
I done gained a little weight like Peezy in the trap
Everything I'm sayin real you know just how to act
Everything I ever lost, I'm goin' buy it back
Stamped
Stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped
Yeah
Walk in the booth and I spit facts plus my heart heavy
I lost niggas I can't get back plus my palms sweaty
Palms itchin', I need quick racks
Never gon' forget me and my brother counted ten racks
They can have social media, they ain't never get their get back
Before I put that work, I break it down in to six-packs
Say he want the, for the, I can get that
I try not to think about my past and forget that
I try not to think about my past, I might get mad
Remember I was a youngin', always talk about a quick jag
It's a different feelin' when you get money and your bitch bad
Two twenty-eight, hundreds, fifty-six, come on, that's quick math
AP sittin' on my wrist, that's a quick bag
Bro say, f*ck a standard went and grabbed extended clip mag
I heard all the rumors, he ain't rob shit with his bitch ass
You can have it today and lose it tomorrow, time switch fast
Then get it tomorrow for bein' poppin', watch him switch back
Observe and I watch, you show your hand and I sit back
I just give her game and in return, she give me spits back
I just fronted two and in return, he gave me six back
Remember I was stressin', I ain't know how to make a quick stack
I had to sit back, observe my situation and get back
And I went missin' for some time and they ain't dig that
I'm on the road to riches Bink, I got it bro, just sit back
We gon' shake the bag, hit the road, interstate
We ain't used to havin' much, we started gettin' cake
Forgiatos in my dream, I'm tryna own a estate
At the table with some bosses, I was just a crumb
Got a lot of money, yeah it came with a drum
I don't care abouta opp its f*ck where he from
I'm not a killer, please don't push me, but I got my gun
Mob ties, everybody around me bleeding red
Please don't push me, all my homies aimin for his head
I'm the one that's feedin' all the killers in the feds
448, just buy a bowl wit ya bread
I can show you how to stack like Jeezy in the trap
I done gained a little weight like Peezy in the trap
Everything I'm sayin real you know just how to act
Everything I ever lost, I'm goin' buy it back
Stamped
Stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped stamped
Yeah
Walk in the booth and I spit facts plus my heart heavy
I lost niggas I can't get back plus my palms sweaty
Palms itchin', I need quick racks
Never gon' forget me and my brother counted ten racks
They can have social media, they ain't never get their get back
Before I put that work, I break it down in to six-packs
Say he want the, for the, I can get that
I try not to think about my past and forget that
I try not to think about my past, I might get mad
Remember I was a youngin', always talk about a quick jag
It's a different feelin' when you get money and your bitch bad
Two twenty-eight, hundreds, fifty-six, come on, that's quick math
AP sittin' on my wrist, that's a quick bag
Bro say, f*ck a standard went and grabbed extended clip mag
I heard all the rumors, he ain't rob shit with his bitch ass
You can have it today and lose it tomorrow, time switch fast
Then get it tomorrow for bein' poppin', watch him switch back
Observe and I watch, you show your hand and I sit back
I just give her game and in return, she give me spits back
I just fronted two and in return, he gave me six back
Remember I was stressin', I ain't know how to make a quick stack
I had to sit back, observe my situation and get back
And I went missin' for some time and they ain't dig that
I'm on the road to riches Bink, I got it bro, just sit back
Writer: Mark Lee
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