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von Rick Hyde

Poza Songtext

Where the hell you think I got this money from, a bank?
Yo, check it

Was really doin′ dirt, nigga, your story got no validity (Nah)
We aim to live regal off illegal activity (Uh-huh)
Caught in the trap, mommy sent the commissary slips to me (No bap)
Came home on the same bullshit, no diggity (Yeah)
Now the raps I spit got my wrists all glittery (Bling)
Niggas who fell off they shit watch me style in misery (Haha)
Niggas who was never on hopin' they
Could sit with me (Fuck outta here)
Old clientele still askin′ for a sixty-piece
Of the shit that'll lock his jaw up when he grit his teeth

My homie go to his board soon, I hope he get released (Free my nigga)
It's funny how niggas who want the most get the least
This rap shit is my bitch, her neck is in a leash

RZA Sep′ protect your neck, the TEC is in the fleece (Uh-huh)
First it was drugs, now we investin′
In tech and cryptocurrency (What else?)
I want everything I came to get and some of your piece


Young and dumb, thinkin' life′s a sprint, I was runnin' the streets
Now I aim to put my fork deep in somethin′ to eat
New thousand-dollar Dior sneaks cover my feet

I feel better draped in fly garments (I do)
I seen plenty bands sellin' psychedelics out of my apartment
Was MetroCard, now a nigga foreign car parkin′ (Swerve)
You lames talkin' 'bout a game that
You play no part in (Fuck outta here)
You watch from the nosebleeds, I′m point guard startin′ (It's Ricky)
All-star, got the vision like an army marksman, nigga

I still sell in a dyin′ market, I'm tryna up rates (Yeah)
Nigga, I′m the future of upstate
I always knew I would touch cake (That money)
It was days I was up late, cuttin'
Into niggas tryna touch base (We did)
I need money I can truncate
It′s mistakes I can't unmake, I'm clean like a one-take

I took losses niggas won′t take (Yeah)
But I won′t break, shit get heavier than drunk weight


Twenty thousand off of one play (Uh)
It's a shooter in the videos with Ricky like Gunplay (Brr)
I saw work gettin′ sunbathed
The fiend hit it and that nigga started meltin' like a sundae
These rap niggas is nothin′ but cap, nigga
As soon as I dap niggas, I wanna just clap niggas, uh (Brr)
It took the first eighty thousand, then my eyes opened

I never saw this ridin' in my baby ma′ Focus
I was worried 'bout the bills like Bon Jovi
"Nigga, go and be great" is what my mom told me

"Nigga, you gon' be a legend" what a fed told me

They don′t put you on top like anchovies (Haha)
Hundred decibels, that shit was just incredible (Ouch)
If it′s up there, well then it's stuck there like an edible (Uh)
You niggas be recitin′ all these lyrics that ain't credible
They put me on repeat and they put me on a pedestal, nigga

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