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It's Nacho's wave
We can get spooky or we can get money
Shit can get ugly and we can get dirty
King Cobra when I walk through the jungle
Family watching so I know I can't fumble
I dug myself out the dirt, I'm the muscle
Operate like the man in the castle
Know if I tell 'em to go ain't no frontal
Everybody on my team got a problem
How we solve it is the only real difference
Time stamps on my life is outrageous
Building the craze, ain't no man in the middle
Waking the dead, putting stacks in a cradle
Scaling and weighing my odds to a million
Tryna come up through this game is contractual
So many lames gotta move presidential
I put this shit to destroy all my dues
I feel like Domino
Writing the story until they all gotta accept
Making my pile of gold
Changing my lane, need to switch up, they gotta regret
Go through the highs and lows
Ain't switching up shit, I'm the general, soldier, and vet
Know it's my time to go
I'm bigger and better than all of them rappers, they fetch
This one ain't come with a hook
It came with some facts and some shit that you gotta respect
And I could go by the books
I totally be writing the music, I fuck with the best
Trust you don't know what it took
To be in these shoes that I'm in, walk
A mile, you might doze off the juice
I got friends that are crooks
Some friends that are killers and some that's gon' buy you a coupe
I told Nacho he really run it though
Damn
My girl got vibes and I like that
She wanna purchase a Maybach
AMG kid type
Know a few lames that'll hate that
Pull out the back of the Maybach
Know they can't take that
Working all day from the morning to night, you can't fake that
They wanna act like I'm fake
I turn on the memories, they gon' remember me
Turn on my team, they gon' know that I did that
Loyalty runs in the team
This shit is a family, it's mafia garden
Luciano with the mob and deals on deals, we think that we robbers
Suicide doors, it look like a corpse
Accurate aim, we come with a force
Benji on Benji, my safe is a morgue
(That's a lot of dead presidents)
I got Nacho on the beat and he slacking
Came a long way from eating my ammo
Feeling my work every time I hop in
Put in more work every time I
Suicide doors, it look like a corpse
Accurate aim, we come with a force
Benji on Benji, my safe is a morgue



Авторы: Odadson Joseph Copyright: Too Lost Publishing



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