Hey, get the flower by the bank, yeah

Wait, with the great shit, that's how I make shit

Great shit, that's how I make shit

Great shit, that's how I make shit

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Get the flower by the bank, yeah

He ain't saying shit, caught up and he sang shit

Lost power, less power when I'm anguished

Still remaining, product of the basement

Chasing commas, ain't modest what I'm making

Flip another dollar, 'nother day on the pavement

Visits from my karma do remind me, be patient

Wisdom make it harder when I'm dealing with the waitin'

Visions of my mama with them gardens and them lakes and

Sitting with this trauma, I be lookin' for replacement

Burning every part and then the cookies was adjacent

Blazing, kushy got me braindead

Start to hate it every time my name said

With the great shit, that's how I make shit

With the great shit, that's how I make shit

Yeah, I remember days, left a bitter taste

When you can't eat, got to get it any way

Money, that's the motive when the hood can't see my face

And they don't know my name, they don't even remain

Anonymous amongst the ominous and on the mains

Losses in the gains make strong man break

I've seen it all before, I'll see it all again

Pressure couldn't measure all the shit that it would take

All the weight on your shoulder, hope you're bold and never shake

What's fate?

Now they watching from the gate

Gate, they watching from the gate

Uh-uh-uh

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