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Bryson Knox
Bryson Knox
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200 dollars left to my name so 2000 problems run through my brain Should I quit? Man should I stop? I might a tried but I can't change Gucci bag ya Louis bags I don't need shit and I still got swag Just cuz you got it don't mean you do so let's be honest you should take back Mahfuckahs round you aint rich like us Mahfuckahs round you ain't shit like us I been on the run ever since I got a vision watch em fall off If they ain't fit like us So keep up the pace when u workin' you'll realize nobody is perfect I aint got time less it's worth it so I can't show up less I'm paid uh I need a mili I feel like billy how I'm in the field I feel like a goat 200 plays 200 dollars fuck what they say like dick in they throat (raw) I'm bout to bust like I wore a coat they feeling the flow like we on a boat Been on a wave I weathered the storm pray it won't be long until paradise come I don't ever take no brakes They want smoke we raise the stakes They gone choke give em hell like nobodies getting saved Fuck that shit I saved myself If hiphop dead I'm dead myself I wont sell out or sell myself too many people said I'd fail Look at me now, who talking now? Who want the smoke? Know that got it 15 in a row, back in my zone double the bag then I double my product Im back on my shit man there's no doubt about it I can't give it up I don't like how it's soundin' When I see em slacken I can't be around it I handle my shit I got no other option Look at me now, who talking now? Who want the smoke? Know that got it 15 in a row, back in my zone double the bag then I double my product Im back on my shit man there's no doubt about it I can't give it up I don't like how it's soundin' When I see em slacken I can't be around it I handle my shit I got no other option There's no other option there's no other option I stuck to the play like there's no other option They gunna fumble it as soon as I drop it I did for pleasure this wasn't for profit 11: 11 my time is the topic Shook off the devil like heaven was promised Y'all got some gas but my shits atomic As soon as I blow Ima leave em with nothing There ain't no option wit it Shoree know now there's a process wit it Nowadays everybody's paranoid and Ima stay patient no doctor visits Rolling this medical all in my bag Collections still calling they all on my ass Tryn get money and I ain't got shit So fuck Ima say? Theres nobody here by that name uhh I'm bknox bitch You want the real talk you better call me that Funny how fast people change up when, you coming up now they call you back All on my sack bitch you busted Im giving bird or I'm duckin Showing em love ain't an option Said I ain't got it so I kept comin if they want the smoke then you know it is I don't ever take no brakes They want smoke we raise the stakes They gone choke give em hell like nobodies getting saved Fuck that shit I saved myself If hiphop dead I'm dead myself I wont sell out or sell myself Too many people said I'd fail Look at me now, who talking now? Who want the smoke? Know that got it 15 in a row, back in my zone, double the bag then I double my product Im back on my shit man there's no doubt about it I can't give it up I don't like how it's soundin' When I see em slacken I can't be around it I handle my shit I got no other option Look at me now who talking now? Who want the smoke? Know that got it 15 in a row back in my zone double the bag then I double my product Im back on my shit man there's no doubt about it I can't give it up I don't like how it's soundin' When I see em slacken I can't be around it I handle my shit I got no other option (No other option)
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