ItsBinTooMuch

All of the pain that I been through
All of these BIN's that I've been through
All of the pain that I've been through
All of these BIN's that I've been through

All of the pain that I've be n through
All of theses BIN's that I've been through
All of the shit that I'm into
You really got it fucked up
If you think that it's simple
In my tech suit I'm a symbol
I was really on the road, no license
Google maps on my phone, no guidance
I ain't tryna brag nor boast
I was really coast to coast
Percs shipped out, I hope I don't overdose
Rich niggas arguing over boats
Bum bitches arguing over totes
Runners fighting over who did the most
You really want that 10 percent
I need to see that receipt for evidence
I seen a Victoria Secret GC in your bag
And I ain't trust you ever since
Ivanka Banks serving drinks, she was heaven sent
I was in Heaven's hella bent
Most money that I've ever spent
Sometimes I feel like I'm out of my element
Had to develop developments
Even my past is still relevant
I know it's gonna hit but I'm still kind of hesitant 
Stop and Shop for my residence
I can not settle for settlements
Can't fuck with no one I'm celibate
We popping Ace of Spades and drinking Dusse for the hell of it
Used to convert GC's now we selling it
Is you tryna hit the road, is you jackin' that
What the fuck you laughin at?
Even the Joka be stashin that
Catch ya enemies on the road
Cause that's were they be lackin at
He ain't got his gang with him
He ain't got his thang with him
Even his pieces don't bang with him
Even his pieces don't bang with him

All of the pain that I've been through
All of these BIN's that I've been through
All of the pain that I've been through
All of these BIN's that I've been through



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