Pro Gamer (feat. Sockjus & blkswan)

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Hello, stacks! is a musical artist whose genre can be described as a fusion of hip-hop and R&B. Their music incorporates catchy melodies and introspective lyrics, often exploring themes of love, relationships, and personal growth. With a unique vocal style and innovative production, they have gained a devoted following for their soulful and emotive sound. more »

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Damn hoe
Turn it up, this my champion song
Y'all like my own step sons the way you get disowned
Now who's there at my door tryna get pissed on?
It's like three in the morning, I can't write this song
Now hold on
If hello stacks is a bitch, then what the f*ck are y'all?
And local rappers ain't shit, they just the shit on the bed
And record labels got power, but they just lack all the depth
You're busy running that mouth
Get busy cashing a check
I put a bullet in Tomie
I could tell there was tension
These Twitter users ain't slick
I see the shit that you fishing
Okay I'm kinda the same
I want to cop all the mentions
Guess I'm just like your -
The way I seek the attention
And I was stuck in the playoffs
And now I earned my rings
I manifested this shit back when I turned 16
And tell us how these motherfuckers never heard of we
And I don't want to be famous
I'm tryna murder me
Boy I've been on my game since I was first conceived
And I ain't change my name for nothing
Say "hello" when you see him

It all started from a thought
Now I'm on
I need my money real long
Getting older
I'm getting real tired of this guilt
Never folding
Stopped doing shit for free
Thought I told you
The city don't forget
They be bringing up the old you
Think you never on your tip but that's some old news
I'm really with a spliff
Life a bitch, that's a cold truth
Win a Grammy, win an Emmy what I'm gonna do
It's trouble in the morning when them nights long
Mansion in Bel Air so the night long
We just got an invitation so the night long
And we just met a couple women so the night long
I'm tired of a bucket bitch I'll probably need a Bentley
They mouth been out here hating, but they wishing that they met me
I got the verse heavy if your cash app ready
I got the verse ready if your cash app heavy
Let me break one

Fruit massacre
Ain't no debate
One banana clip
I'm on heads I count 6 grapes
Bust it now his melon oozing strawberry
And he thought shit was sweet
His mind leaking strawberry cheesecake
Yo, yo, yo, umm
Shout out to
Never saw me in this position now I just see fate
Fucking and rapping Dan Dappering with the cheap drapes
Cloning all my steeze like they Lil Durk and that cheap Drake
Enough of that
I want peace for Pete's sake
Prada devils Billie Jeans all on my plate
But, nah that plate ain't ate off
She looking good she ate off
She praise me like I'm Adolf
We hit off like it's baseball
I can take you to Neptune
We can vibe, have a skate off
In ATL with the ace drawn
Moving faster just like that weight off
But that weight on
Epiphanies hit me so hard I had to get up and stay on
Tryna have my mama bills paid
No more "Can I borrows" and loans
I swear to God them lights gone stay on
Niggas treat me like they shine harder
I put the shades on
Took the gloves off
Want them to know I killed the lame ones
I'm a be great, but they feel different
And I ain't saying that I'm right
But boy, they wrong

Yeah, everybody's wrong
Everybody's wrong
Everybody's wrong
(This world)
Whoever said I'm right?
You're wrong
You're

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