Lyrics Open Hand - Stak

Open hands gettin slapped away
I try to record a slap a day
Stak still sendin packs away
I like to mail one every day
If not, at least twice a week
Used to walk to the post office with my box and my heat
Now I drive and leave it under my seat
Need a bad bitch, I can't fuck with no geek
Need a bad bitch who gon suck me to sleep
Stak nasty, I keep me a freak
Leave a big handprint all on her left cheek
She leave hella mad but hit me the next week
"Drive safely," she say to me
I-80, I'm heading east
On probation so I'm rolling clean
Just gonna pick up all this money and leave

Whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah
Whaaat?

Rich of them packs?
Front me one, Jack
Bet you ain't got it
I'm at the bank makin deposits
To my patna, he just started college
He still got clones in all of his closets
Bout to pull in two months, he gon chop em
Give em to me but it ain't no problem
He my family, I ain't gon rob him
He know it's love, he give me consignment
See my stars? They all in a line
Doin bad, throw me a line
Promise I hit you when I double next time
Until I pay you my money ain't mine
Keep it player, violate get a fine
Owed you for eight but I pay you for nine

7-7-7, 24 gettin high
My other lucky number's that 3-6-5
If it ain't about a dollar then it probably about a dime
She probably want me to call her but the money on the line
If it ain't about the money then why the money on my mind?
Came for the come up but I stayed for the shine
It's a game, I'ma run up and I came from behind
I'm scalin the fence so I'm balancing with the tides with it
Ebb, flow, vibe gotta ride with it
Let go, you don't wanna die with it
It's just smoke, get rich or get high with it
I'm doin both, gettin fly, livin life lit
Let show, the truth you can't hide from it
Too slow, time you need to fly with it
Who knows? Aim for the high digits
Might hit your numbers, ALL7Z in the sky with it