Lyrics Ladder Day Saint - L-Biz

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Let's get'em Blu

The grind different when the cheese greater
I'm allergic to poverty so when I sneeze they handing me paper
Bizzy need at least forty three acres
I want my reparations, ownership over any inaugurations
Cases full of franklin's come from drama so the gangstas grill
Yo hustle rusty, my hustle must be a stainless steel
Grab the stick and drill, feel like we pledging Kappa
My step brothers is for real, they will silence all the jokes and laughter
Homies pistol whipping pussys when they in the mood
Goons bang banging at cha door, John Witherspoon
Elbows at the table nigga gimme room
Hecklers in yo section like yo final breathe was directed by Benny Boom
Here go another Buffalo nigga wit vicious speech
Only shit that's sweet is them loganberry's from Crystal Beach
You rappers tongue in cheek, side talkin' while we sky walkin'
Yo rhymes mighty morphin, homicides when I'm recording
Focusing on what's important, family and financial freedom
Exposing phony cats, fishing out the bottom feeders
We celebrate with champagne and the crustaceans
Cause when you seasoned, jealous heathens get to muckraking
Duct taping and trench making for plot planners
Fluorescents on the Wesson, we call it a price scanner
So tell me what's yo life worth clown
Would you be popping if that instagram light burned out, shit
Probably not, you'd probably on the block right
You probably telling or probably getting shot huh
You made yo bed to lay, make sure your fitted sheet is on it
Proper preparation chasing greatness, fuck a weak performance
Good Morning
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