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BANKS

by WIZZY THE CREATOR

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I don't understand why they keep on hating on me While I'm minding my own With these plants I'm heading straight for the bank I don't understand why they keep on hating on me While I'm minding my own With these plants I'm heading straight for the bank Bottle up these thoughts, hoping the ship don't sink I put it all on faith but there's a missing link I turn the music on, satire in this lip sync Lullaby in this melody as I catch a wink My very own mother got me shipwreck I guess the ship sank, leaving me blank As I crank that feeling to the bank She the one to thank even though my heart shrank to be frank Pops' words be filling up my tank Joy in the wisdom cup we both drank We barely even talk but the bond platonic Ironic how we share the plate this titanic Gat dammit I got the blueprint like it's a pandemic You casting stones, my legacy set in stone They keep calling my phone I aint picking up the damn phone Before you talk, you better watch your tone I'd kill for my father, punch for my brother and live for my sister We have one another You know I aint messing with ya I don't wanna bother Straight from the gutter Bigger plans for the future I don't understand why they keep on hating on me While I'm minding my own With these plants I'm heading straight for the bank I don't understand why they keep on hating on me While I'm minding my own With these plants I'm heading straight for the bank Matter of time I start to accept my calling All along I was on the verge of falling There's no telling who's out here watching Hoping to catch you slipping I aint fronting They casting wicked spells My gift for beneficence Haters can't taste essence, while you out here manifesting abundance Like that, I want more like, call me Mr Porter Pockets getting fatter I've been plotting for decades Now I got maids holding blades Dine the table, I'm serving colonnades and masquerades I got accolades packed with tirades The fruit is sweeter where you cultivate Hence why I'm sorry for the wait Manifesting quality, haters gon' hate Go ahead and talk your talk for so long as Im getting paid Beast mode I activate, heading for the banks Open the gate before its too late Ghost move, in and out, pupils dilate I'm the greatest, no time for debate Word with my father elevation to the episcopate I don't understand why they keep on hating on me While I'm minding my own With these plants I'm heading straight for the bank I don't understand why they keep on hating on me While I'm minding my own With these plants I'm heading straight for the bank I don't understand why they keep on hating on me While I'm minding my own With these plants I'm heading straight for the bank

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