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Stack it up rich
I’m the man man man man (Wena)
Want Rollie on wrist
Go nobody harder me (No)
Hustle everyday is the life of MC 
Future so ahead 
Tomorrow

Cream City shit
I'm in the same corner of Texas
That I'm from up in Wisconsin
Getting bucks up and down 610
Off 94 with a rocket
In the barbershop with

the fires go?
Never gonna catch me, I'm flying low
So I hit your ass up when it's time to roll, like
Who in here wanna start a riot?

Everybody get

jus need da money
Hoe I need da commas
Like money Mike Yea rest up big brudda
Niggas hoes on the low undercover
Don't say you love me bitch
Ik what love

em lackin
I don't miss but just in case spin again
Hit his block chop up his siblins and friends

I pull up and shoot like im Westbrook
Took him by

wanna fuck with
J.Qvest up next lil' bitch I get it jumpin
Making moves you already know
Yeah I flow on go
Super cold I'm on Poconos
Peep me on the low

from pain
Some of it comes from heartache man thats aching in my brain
Victory that how I'm trying to maintain in a game
Full of snakes low life's

just playin' a role, bitch
Yea we making movies you just playin' a role bitch
Be low key making moves, I'm by myself fuck these hoes bitch
When you get

hurry up, go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out
Don't be playin' dog pain Hear what I'm sayin'?
Kill them niggas and get the fuck back So

amused
Real deal, holyfield, no time for all the jokes.
Back up on the ropes, ain't got no time for all the posts

Won't catch me on the gram, livin' by my

pipe me up and rock it baby like I'm Dame'in' 'em
I bounce on the track like I bounce on the bike
So nice wit' it I ain't even writing it
on the low

Want my digits
I know what
They looking fo'
50k for 50 minutes
That's how much
To book me fo'
Late at night
I'm wit yo mrs
Shawty creepin
On the low
Told

to much
Should I rap low vibration shit to get a couple bucks?
Hell nah I can't fold, I got reputations to hold
I'm tryna build an empire, no Rhyon Nicole

Trap on the low and we sell it for dollars How you talk hot but you never gon call us
We get motion, we pushin' a whip When we pass the 300, I don't

You're such a douche
I wish you would just die
I wanna puke
Every time you walk by

I, yi, yi, you do nothing but lie
Oh, my, oh my
Do you gotta

like a nap
Tryna keep the smell low, bringin' flowers is a trap

Smoke so much I just try to clear my headspace
Listen to the charts in my ears feel

and not for the low
Put em on hold
I can't call now, I'm at the store
I run it up, cause I got the money, I'm never poor
I be shaking when I open the door

I'm so up
And I know you bogus
All I want is more bucks

These hoes tryna fold up
I'm in that market, it's Dovers
I give them that light, Patronus
That

niggas tryna make a scene
Bet I catch him when he by himself guarantee that pussy nigga probably scream
Double barrel on the Kel-Tec bustin buck shots it'l

at in Yoruba
All last summer's days gone playing Geminis
You know Andre's talks had me getting by
When you got that stank on ya, the flies arrive
And they

Free the guys, aye, (free the guys)free lil makk free lil jaxx mane (free lil makk free lil jaxx mane)

Hey, we the ones dropping lows, and we wont

rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day

trying to buck up for a ride but all my tires low
Infrared lock, brown iris to her torso
Crown a false prophet, crown royal in a solo
I put a knuckle

And when my heart got broke by a mill, I had to go in
Ooh, I likey, likey, like, Diamonds shinin' in my eyes
Tell me you wanna be mine
My rhymes, gonna feed