Stack Starve
Came up from up from a E pill
Stack or starve in the streets
My new Mac I call it Apple
Every year that shit release
They say JD what you doing
In the crib writing that heat
You know that that boy a vegan
He don't really waat no beef
You was talking all that shit
But now that streams back to me
She getting nasty with her head
Like a venerial disease
She passed around no STD
Dare they boy to play wit me
If he wanna meet a glock
Then Ima call up stg
The hell cat red line
But walk em down with red beams
Yeah my piss always dirty
But my lyrics never clean
You should run em through the wash
Then rinse em out with listerine
On the back block
With the trappers momma's rappers and the fiends
Yeah he said he wanna verse
Ima have to charge a fee
My craft turn to Velveeta
Then my craft turned to cheese
All these poets wanna rap
All these rappers wanna rhyme
Not against the shit you doing
I'm just saying I can't lie
Born true and born fly
Don't smoke born high
Jugg work to get by
Sacs fifth to get fly
Shawty wanna stay the night
She gonna have to take flight
Last chick that did me wrong
I turned left I'm turning right
If I see you it's on sight
Yeah I dare you come and play
Matter fact you wanna play
And ima call that boy 2k
Matter fact ain't beating cases
But I feel like I'm Tay K
Cause I really love this choppa
We gon have to let it spray
I ain't aiming at no fuck boys
Ain't hitting up no women
Matter fact you think this NFL
The way we playing scrimmage
All these rappers they be talking
They be talking out they colon (Yeah)
Shoutout 72 you know damn well damn well they notice
Matter fact I got a tape
Album finna drop
Matter fact I'm going up
You gonna see me at the top
Shoutout Cardi B and Meg you know they got the WAP
I'm talking shit you know damn well
I gotta spit it off the top
Yeah They Say JD He crazy (Huh)
White boy want my baby (Huh)
I been talking shit
You know I'm slim
Ain't talking shady
Shawty talking shit
I ain't got no time for that
Like hold up wait a minute
You already know I gotta
Go and get it I ain't got no rhyme for that
JD Gotta chill boy you off a pill
I call that lil bitch six flags
She ride it for the thrill
DTK I got some shooters
That be posted in the field
They was broke and they way down bad
They shooting shit for real
Stack or starve in the streets
My new Mac I call it Apple
Every year that shit release
They say JD what you doing
In the crib writing that heat
You know that that boy a vegan
He don't really waat no beef
You was talking all that shit
But now that streams back to me
She getting nasty with her head
Like a venerial disease
She passed around no STD
Dare they boy to play wit me
If he wanna meet a glock
Then Ima call up stg
The hell cat red line
But walk em down with red beams
Yeah my piss always dirty
But my lyrics never clean
You should run em through the wash
Then rinse em out with listerine
On the back block
With the trappers momma's rappers and the fiends
Yeah he said he wanna verse
Ima have to charge a fee
My craft turn to Velveeta
Then my craft turned to cheese
All these poets wanna rap
All these rappers wanna rhyme
Not against the shit you doing
I'm just saying I can't lie
Born true and born fly
Don't smoke born high
Jugg work to get by
Sacs fifth to get fly
Shawty wanna stay the night
She gonna have to take flight
Last chick that did me wrong
I turned left I'm turning right
If I see you it's on sight
Yeah I dare you come and play
Matter fact you wanna play
And ima call that boy 2k
Matter fact ain't beating cases
But I feel like I'm Tay K
Cause I really love this choppa
We gon have to let it spray
I ain't aiming at no fuck boys
Ain't hitting up no women
Matter fact you think this NFL
The way we playing scrimmage
All these rappers they be talking
They be talking out they colon (Yeah)
Shoutout 72 you know damn well damn well they notice
Matter fact I got a tape
Album finna drop
Matter fact I'm going up
You gonna see me at the top
Shoutout Cardi B and Meg you know they got the WAP
I'm talking shit you know damn well
I gotta spit it off the top
Yeah They Say JD He crazy (Huh)
White boy want my baby (Huh)
I been talking shit
You know I'm slim
Ain't talking shady
Shawty talking shit
I ain't got no time for that
Like hold up wait a minute
You already know I gotta
Go and get it I ain't got no rhyme for that
JD Gotta chill boy you off a pill
I call that lil bitch six flags
She ride it for the thrill
DTK I got some shooters
That be posted in the field
They was broke and they way down bad
They shooting shit for real
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