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I can’t go lacking
Because I’m stacking now
Sai more hustler Than
The ones who been around
Fabuloso i had to go so
Make sure you recognize
The hand me downs
Cuz after a 100 mill
Ima hand these down
Fuck that bitch
She said she hold me down
We quick to shift gears
And we up right now
I’m at the 6th but I can bring it down
I could downshift i could send it down
I make bad bitches really bend it down
Im fat rich but I’m debt right now
Stakes high who tryna bet right now
I got venas puras de honduras
I got cops, fed always try screw us
I got witness business quickness and endurance
I can win this finish I got life insurance
I can insure that if you mess with me
That’s easy sentence nothing less from me
I swear y’all fuckers always testing me
I show you a little of my ethnicity
I bring violence no silence, I’m ready
I’m driving no license, so steady
Im eyeless no guidance too heavy
I could change right now but i angels petty
I could now celebrate with no confetti
Huh
I’m ready
Ima get my sandals ready
Ima get my whip my drip all ready
Ima skip then dip out cuz I’m ready
Ima get out talk bout how I’m ready
Look
The cars been ready
My draws been ready
So my balls been ready
And you know I’m ready
Lost sight
But I saw you last night at the cross light
I could cross like a boss that’s court fight
See in the next life
I bet on my soul that I won’t live twice
Go check where you go ima go live nice
This shit for the bro so you know the price
Everything that I sow come back twice
Everything he told was more advice
Never had role model never had shit
Milk cold bottle so i hiccup
Better don’t swallow need to free up
Make a lung hallow need to grow up
Too naive need to say what’s up
That’s what’s up
I need speak up
Get my week up
Struggle for a cut
STRUGGLE FOR A CUT
I seen the struggle I seen the tunnel
I seen both lives my momma juggled
I seen abuse a blown fuse
I seen drug use and drugs too
God ain’t step down
So I stepped up
Frauds don’t check up
So ima wreak up
Ima come alive
Ima not Gemini
I know who gone live
I know who gone die
I’m like a Steven hawking back from the dead
Yall can hear me talking
Y’all can see you me walking
I ain’t really fucking with a dirty fed
They ain’t understood me shottem in the head
Booger sagging **** glitch and lagging
I feel what’s happening I continue rappin
Gps aint tracking I attack no napkin
I leave the floor hella bloody red
Oh it’s real I feel like Neil
I peal banana fruit
Conceal the deal I made to steal
And kill and shoot
How could a navy seal patch up and heal his wounds
I know the pills will
Help enough to soothe
The pain while I gain more pain
Sustain the same while paint my frame
I picture fame while play my game
Cuz use to feel just like I was stain
Upon the earth I felt like dirt
My hard work didn’t put in work
But now I work until my shirt
Gets torn pieces until I hurt
Until I’m beat I plan to skirt
Up n down the street i stay alert
Y’all can’t see what I plan to be
Cuz my fantasy far from can o beans
I ain’t going back unless my family
Need seeds worthy planting trees
Im Planting these for my future needs
Cuz Ima future G so don’t fuck with me
Ima living breathing kicking genius
I got Riches stacking packing in penis
Steady ready heavy with my next verse
Ops trading shots make your neck hurt
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Written by: Saer Lopez


