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Sugar Cane - RELOAD AGAIN Lyrics



Sugar Cane - RELOAD AGAIN Lyrics




My patience is waning, my bills need paying
My brain is faded, all day was banging
Don't ask me about nothing, my answers stay changing the subject
So I'm aggressively thugging, when wind whips up in my duster

A cowboy six shooter bustin
Clint with the duck, roll over buckets
Roll down the roofside tumbling
Tumbling, reload my gun and go again

Tumbling, reload my gun and go again
Tumbling, reload my gun, Dayton lifestyle
Yeah, you might not make it, unless you was born cursed
Or straight up just chasing, and I was born to take it

That's why my mom named me Jacob
Eatin out raw potatos
You acted like I didn't have it, just cause I'm famous
And I told him I'd be on by now, but boy where does the time went

You ever done ass and looked at the sky lit
And asked yourself if you could be the world's pilot
Style bender was style bending, till he got bended
And I couldn't start rapping until I got rear-ended in that wreck

Ain't it funny how I had to leave work and make a check
And all these little rappers talking, they need to be put in check
I could put all of them in check
If you put me on, I'ma guarantee a check

And all I gotta do is do my thing and wreck
And all I gotta do is do my thing and wreck
Oh yeah, the neighborhood's fine, just be out by nine
That's when they start unloading semi-auto-matis

You don't feel like it, but you gon' be treated like a bad guy
And if they see you in the front of them, you the opps in they eyes
You know how many friends that I know have died
Just because they came over the wrong side

Trying to buy a bean or a pill, or getting robbed for 45
And getting their throat cut with a knife
Every day someone's getting robbed, going to the pawn shop
Like, is this fake ice? Yes

I knew slimes before slatts, and you gotta carry a ball
If you're gonna have a bat, so that we playing sports so the feds
Can't hold back your dumb ass to self-defense
Cause you can't fight back

These days whenever I'm in the kitchen, I'm probably cooking up chicken
Or turkey or something else delicious
I've been getting shit together, but now I'm falling into
Old renditions and type of stereotypical auditions
Cause I'm a famous rapper, famous trapper
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My patience is waning, my bills need paying
My brain is faded, all day was banging
Don't ask me about nothing, my answers stay changing the subject
So I'm aggressively thugging, when wind whips up in my duster

A cowboy six shooter bustin
Clint with the duck, roll over buckets
Roll down the roofside tumbling
Tumbling, reload my gun and go again

Tumbling, reload my gun and go again
Tumbling, reload my gun, Dayton lifestyle
Yeah, you might not make it, unless you was born cursed
Or straight up just chasing, and I was born to take it

That's why my mom named me Jacob
Eatin out raw potatos
You acted like I didn't have it, just cause I'm famous
And I told him I'd be on by now, but boy where does the time went

You ever done ass and looked at the sky lit
And asked yourself if you could be the world's pilot
Style bender was style bending, till he got bended
And I couldn't start rapping until I got rear-ended in that wreck

Ain't it funny how I had to leave work and make a check
And all these little rappers talking, they need to be put in check
I could put all of them in check
If you put me on, I'ma guarantee a check

And all I gotta do is do my thing and wreck
And all I gotta do is do my thing and wreck
Oh yeah, the neighborhood's fine, just be out by nine
That's when they start unloading semi-auto-matis

You don't feel like it, but you gon' be treated like a bad guy
And if they see you in the front of them, you the opps in they eyes
You know how many friends that I know have died
Just because they came over the wrong side

Trying to buy a bean or a pill, or getting robbed for 45
And getting their throat cut with a knife
Every day someone's getting robbed, going to the pawn shop
Like, is this fake ice? Yes

I knew slimes before slatts, and you gotta carry a ball
If you're gonna have a bat, so that we playing sports so the feds
Can't hold back your dumb ass to self-defense
Cause you can't fight back

These days whenever I'm in the kitchen, I'm probably cooking up chicken
Or turkey or something else delicious
I've been getting shit together, but now I'm falling into
Old renditions and type of stereotypical auditions
Cause I'm a famous rapper, famous trapper
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Writer: Jacob Carver
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Performed By: Sugar Cane
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Jacob Carver

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