paroles de chanson My Stance - CusaX

One at a time, I see you in line, I'm up in the front
You're not a dime, you're on the decline, I know you front
I know the truth, I see it all, I'm seein' you
I'm seein' everything
I'm seein' all of the lies just come through
I gotta do different shit, I been
On the loose since my pen got juice
I'm in the system, man, I'm proof
That a new age is here, that's truth
I got a hit list, I'll list you
You doin' business with guess who
None other than that GOAT that's Cusa
You got a problem, you get bruised

One for the money, two for my tracks
Three for more haters and four for more cash
Five for my label and six for backlash
Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance
One for the money, two for my tracks
Three for more haters and four for more cash
Five for my label and six for backlash
Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance

Got like 12 bucks
From my last LP, well, that sucks
'Til I get wealthy, I'll be fucked
I'm gonna sell these 'til I'm done
You're taking selfies with your money
I'm stayin' healthy with my money
Soon as I drop you all go running
You ain't important, bitch, you nothin'
Gonna free throw like I'm curry
You gonna throw your diss like Shaq
It's fine though, don't you worry
I'm gonna make sure you won't last
I shoot my shot like a 50 cal
Can't lose my thoughts, little risky, how
You choose, you fought full of 50 rounds
You cruise on down, feelin' tipsy, drown
In bottles full of that whisky, I'm feelin' sober
Drinkin' all pepsi, everything's over
You in the back seat, I'm in the front
Ain't callin' a taxi, I see clear as fuck
You ain't original
You just a wannabe drinkin' your liquor
No fuckin' ability, full of humility
You can't imagine how well I can kill a beat

One for the money, two for my tracks
Three for more haters and four for more cash
Five for my label and six for backlash
Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance
One for the money, two for my tracks
Three for more haters and four for more cash
Five for my label and six for backlash
Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance (Yuh)

Y'all getting famous off of some nonsense
First it was TikTok, now it is boxing
I want my millions, y'all can be toxic
I can get rich just tryna unlock this
Let's get some food on the table
We gotta get some food for the label
I know that all of us grateful
That's why I channel my hate
To the rest of the world
I'ma fester and burrow
Gonna test all the ways I connect to the words
If you hate my shit, I'ma flip you the bird
I'ma clip your wings with a knife and then turn
To the darkness, not gonna tarnish
All my work with criminal charges
Like every other day
I'm seeing a rapper locked away
R Kelly can rot in fuckin' jail
We ain't gonna have no more betrayal
Y-E-O, we never fail
Shit won't be no fairytale
Mic is on, forget the diss
Typing all my written hits
Sights are on with my trigger itch
Still wiping off these fingerprints

One for the money, two for my tracks
Three for more haters and four for more cash
Five for my label and six for backlash
Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance
One for the money, two for my tracks
Three for more haters and four for more cash
Five for my label and six for backlash
Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance