Life stays the same, always repeats
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me, ay
Pass it round, breathe it deep
Feel that f*cking relief
When they talking gas, man
Call the gas man
The drugs keep me sane
Getting rid of that pain
I'll show you who's boss, mane
Stink out the f*cking place
My smoke will melt your face
Smoking potent, smelling potent
Don't test me bitch, there ain't no remorse
Getting shot down with force
Get the f*ck out of my face, man
F*cking head case, man
I don't give a f*ck
You're just a f*cking bitch
Life stays the same, always repeats
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me
I had to work for this shit
I had to grind for this shit
Skrt off in a blacked out beemer
Money to blow, mad rich
Sparks gone fly cause you's a bitch
This is why you ain't rich
Put in the work and wipe off that smirk
Bring that f*cking hate
Don't let it stagnate
Always repping that crest
You think I'm blessed?
Nothing but hard work
Soon your heart won't work
I couldn't care less
I'm hard to impress
Why you got beef?
I'm smoking pure keef
Light that shit up and get out my f*cking face
Life stays the same, always repeats
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me
Thos - Bank Lyrics
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Life stays the same, always repeats
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me, ay
Pass it round, breathe it deep
Feel that f*cking relief
When they talking gas, man
Call the gas man
The drugs keep me sane
Getting rid of that pain
I'll show you who's boss, mane
Stink out the f*cking place
My smoke will melt your face
Smoking potent, smelling potent
Don't test me bitch, there ain't no remorse
Getting shot down with force
Get the f*ck out of my face, man
F*cking head case, man
I don't give a f*ck
You're just a f*cking bitch
Life stays the same, always repeats
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me
I had to work for this shit
I had to grind for this shit
Skrt off in a blacked out beemer
Money to blow, mad rich
Sparks gone fly cause you's a bitch
This is why you ain't rich
Put in the work and wipe off that smirk
Bring that f*cking hate
Don't let it stagnate
Always repping that crest
You think I'm blessed?
Nothing but hard work
Soon your heart won't work
I couldn't care less
I'm hard to impress
Why you got beef?
I'm smoking pure keef
Light that shit up and get out my f*cking face
Life stays the same, always repeats
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me, ay
Pass it round, breathe it deep
Feel that f*cking relief
When they talking gas, man
Call the gas man
The drugs keep me sane
Getting rid of that pain
I'll show you who's boss, mane
Stink out the f*cking place
My smoke will melt your face
Smoking potent, smelling potent
Don't test me bitch, there ain't no remorse
Getting shot down with force
Get the f*ck out of my face, man
F*cking head case, man
I don't give a f*ck
You're just a f*cking bitch
Life stays the same, always repeats
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me
I had to work for this shit
I had to grind for this shit
Skrt off in a blacked out beemer
Money to blow, mad rich
Sparks gone fly cause you's a bitch
This is why you ain't rich
Put in the work and wipe off that smirk
Bring that f*cking hate
Don't let it stagnate
Always repping that crest
You think I'm blessed?
Nothing but hard work
Soon your heart won't work
I couldn't care less
I'm hard to impress
Why you got beef?
I'm smoking pure keef
Light that shit up and get out my f*cking face
Life stays the same, always repeats
Found myself making bank on the streets
Gimme that dollar, gimme your shit
You waiting for that next hit
I'm never f*cking dry
Always got gear
Smoking fat blunts
The boss the f*cking here
Grew up depressed
Always f*cking distressed
Chain resting on my chest
Bitches wrapped round my finger
They dare to linger, they ain't shit to me
Writer: Tom Bagley
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