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Pull up with the heat make em freeze when I blast through your defense like it's nothing see I'm different with the pen game got bars that'll leave you shook while you standing there looking basic my flow surgical precision when I strike you know it's fatal

Money stack up, stack up, stack up, we ain't never stop. My crew be rollin' deep, deep, deep through the block. When we hit the spot, everybody know we hot. Keep it real, keep it long, that's how we rock the spot.

I fucking got this bit now. The motion keeps going what what. Like I put the phone down but it keeps doing. My business got me moving quick quick. She forgot the whole thing but I motion forward bit by bit.

Pull up in that black whip, stacking paper like it's nothing. Got them black shades on, black diamonds all on my neck. Counting bands in the back, while they watching how I flex. Million dollar moves, that's just how we living next.

In the booth laying tracks, making magic happen flow, straight fire on the mic, got the whole crew snappin'. From the streets to the beats, every bar I drop is real, representing hip-hop culture, that's the way I feel.

It's just the cycle, man. They chase the clout while I'm chasing the truth. Fuck the industry snakes and their empty promises. I stay hungry for the craft, not the check, because I know they'll turn their backs the second you stop making them rich.

Look, I’m really in that field, seen shit you couldn't imagine. We slid on the sucker side and left it hot, no cap. Keep a Drake on me daily because I know how they wiggling. If you ain't caught a maneuver in the section, don't speak on my name.

Like when I got them breaths going six ways, fishing down by money lakes, and kinda thing they me so much about records. Holding down like ceiling moves, ain't trying to keep the same head going, just riding them waves back.