Текст песни The Bank - Papoose

Ripping and running, I'm gripping the gun and you snitches get done and get hit your stomachs
Distributed dozens of bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as rich as a Drummond
Shoving the pedal its touching the metal the blood of a rebel, adrenaline rushing
Too stubborn to settle for hustling for pebbles. You stuck on that level I've risen above it
Stop light and dry rotten, cock suckers, cock blocking 'cause my image is rugged
My limit is greater, my dennir get catered, when tipping a waiter I give him a 100
La'copping, high riding, with red in our eyes driving, all my niggas is blunted
Glocks cocking, shots popping, non-stopping, cops watching while I'm ripping the summons
2 to run fast, I school 'em in class, producing the math- give 'em the numbers? Dolce Dolce, my convertible??, I'm such a monster my grandfather live in a dungeon
Damn this career & industry! I'm famous for smacking a man, kissing women
Like Leonidas told his fathers, we are taking everything from 'em but giving 'em nothing
Mask on my face ain't no Halloween! While y'all live on the throne, if I'm not the King...
Bullets; iron and blow off a lot of steam
Turn you into a vegetable collard greens
Bet that, none of them realer than our team
Cause we spitting that crack that supply the fiends
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle, head crack and we taking a lot of cream
Screaming out...
(00: 55):
Blow 'em! Shake 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)
2 (01: 16):
Snake eyes; I'ma take mine. 4-5-6; you gon' die bitch
Throw a pound cake, I'm taking wild cake. Roll a 4 or better, I'm getting all the cheddar
Throw a tre-C, you gon' hate me. She gon' burn you, give you rabbies
Beat the deuce twice, live the goon life, If I ace out, pull the thang out!
Straight innovator got greater and greater I'm raising the ways?? of the late Entertainer
Debating with haters; if you ain't debating on making this paper then save it for later
Strong rhymes in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm saving the data
Sayers hating on my bread making, I'm impregnating got my lady in labor
Raising the razor I'm blazing a traitor you 'traiting and you should be facing your maker
Hard times on the dark side of apartheid but I came here to save us
Dawg's died, mom's cried, but I'm gon' rise, didn't I say I'm the savior!
You horrified! Born to ride, purified. Corner guys, invading the majors
Strong ties like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots like he straight off the Lakers
Y'all guys should apologize for them false lines, imitating a gangster
I'm a tell you like they said in Sugar Hill, this is the flavor that we sell your neighbor
Rebels who putting the pedal to metal the level you devils will say and?? behavior??
Back to back throw a head crack turning 10 stacks into 10 racks
6 trip's cello dead that, nigga said they nice but they dead whack
Taking all bets y'all said that! Infrared Mack leave him head tapped
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle head crack and we taking the bread back
Screaming out...
(02: 12):
Blow 'em! Shake 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)