Lyrics Poke' - Henry Castro!

Okay I dropped out, bag on my back
Get in this feeling crushing memory
Mac after Mac
There ain′t no ceiling, rest in peace to Miller
Track after track
I need a million or a billion feel like Shaq at the rack
Breaking the sealing
Okay I dropped out, bag on my back
Get in this feeling crushing memory
Mac after Mac
There ain't no ceiling, rest in peace to Miller
Track after track
I need a million or a billion feel like Shaq at the rack
Breaking the sealing

Ok you got some followers
So now you think you living
Fuck Instagram and all of that talking be blurring my vision
See niggas running hella hard with the style we invented
Got different hoes in areas codes Manhattan to Britain
And ain′t no plan b's, bitch really do or die
If I don't make the sacrifice, this shit like suicide
Every time I wake up gotta get cake up, Gotta get money right
We be turning the table, flipping the page, I give it a 100 right

Seen niggas switching over bitches, like some sticks up off the trees
I ain′t tripping cuz my kickers tied, could never be me
You niggas on some other shit, all that lovey dovey shit
It′s a low tide on the coast I leave you floating
Deceased and dead
You birdie bitches need some bread
And I don't wanna talk Lil bitch I need some head
She got my skinny legs shaking bout to break the other one
Got a couple sons boutta make another one

Okay I dropped out, bag on my back
Get in this feeling crushing memory
Mac after Mac
There ain′t no ceiling, rest in peace to Miller
Track after track
I need a million or a billion feel like Shaq at the rack
Breaking the sealing
Okay I dropped out, bag on my back
Get in this feeling crushing memory
Mac after Mac
There ain't no ceiling, rest in peace to Miller
Track after track
I need a million or a billion feel like Shaq at the rack
Breaking the sealing