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Dime a Dozen
by Akfrmdaway
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Losses come a dime a dozen
I'm tryna stack these deposits
Ian tryna withdrawal
Losses come a dime a dozen
I'm tyna stack these deposits
I got every type of President
Trying to bust out my pocket
Nigga holding on them feelings
Bout a bitch that's why he mad at me
I can't even remember who she was
An that shit sad actually
Everytime that they ask me
You know ima lie
Gotta tell them that I'm doing fine
Not a day ion think
You ain't living with me
I got too on my mind all the time
This a brand new opp
Marri loving the high
He gon smoke it to ease his mind
If he fall than we fill up his mind
He gets spanked if he get out of line
They left a Nigga just to sink
But now I'm treading the waters
Family went crazy heard the verdict
Judge yelling out order
I got some niggas fighting appeals
And some that's on the way home
My uncle time got pushed back
Raided his cell found his phone
I put my heart in a box
And I mailed it away
I don't want no more love
He don't even care how he get it
Finessin and scheming
He just want more and more drugs
I gotta stand on my business
Can't let them compete
Knowing I'm almighty Pete
Half of the opposite
Getting on live to tweak
Knowing they ain't trying to link
It's tic for TAC and eye for eye
This shit won't never end
Chopper, steady on my shoulder
Like a violin
Got him right there in my sights
Just got to dial in
Waiting on that perfect timing
Jump out and doing slimy
Swear all this weight up on shoulders
Like a boulder
I'm sealing packs until you can't
Even smell the odor
And I don't know no Michael B
But I live by creed
How them Niggas get a Headstart
And I'm in the Lead
Half of these niggas
Be getting they credit ain't real
Boy that shit be blowing my mind
My brother be popping them 30s
I told him to chill
I'd rather you pour up a line
Yeah, he lost his dog in the field
I know how it feel
Swear, I ain't gonna tell you no lie
I had to cut off my Ties
Niga's ain't my kind
They want to see my demise
Losses come a dime a dozen
I'm tryna stack these deposits
Ian tryna withdrawal
Losses come a dime a dozen
I'm tyna stack these deposits
I got every type of President
Trying to bust out my pocket
Nigga holding on them feelings
Bout a bitch that's why he mad at me
I can't even remember who she was
An that shit sad actually
Everytime that they ask me
You know ima lie
Gotta tell them that I'm doing fine
Not a day ion think
You ain't living with me
I got too on my mind all the time
This a brand new opp
Marri loving the high
He gon smoke it to ease his mind
If he fall than we fill up his mind
He gets spanked if he get out of line
They left a Nigga just to sink
But now I'm treading the waters
Family went crazy heard the verdict
Judge yelling out order
I got some niggas fighting appeals
And some that's on the way home
My uncle time got pushed back
Raided his cell found his phone
I put my heart in a box
And I mailed it away
I don't want no more love
He don't even care how he get it
Finessin and scheming
He just want more and more drugs
I gotta stand on my business
Can't let them compete
Knowing I'm almighty Pete
Half of the opposite
Getting on live to tweak
Knowing they ain't trying to link
It's tic for TAC and eye for eye
This shit won't never end
Chopper, steady on my shoulder
Like a violin
Got him right there in my sights
Just got to dial in
Waiting on that perfect timing
Jump out and doing slimy
Swear all this weight up on shoulders
Like a boulder
I'm sealing packs until you can't
Even smell the odor
And I don't know no Michael B
But I live by creed
How them Niggas get a Headstart
And I'm in the Lead
Half of these niggas
Be getting they credit ain't real
Boy that shit be blowing my mind
My brother be popping them 30s
I told him to chill
I'd rather you pour up a line
Yeah, he lost his dog in the field
I know how it feel
Swear, I ain't gonna tell you no lie
I had to cut off my Ties
Niga's ain't my kind
They want to see my demise
