Bands Up

(Shit crazy it felt so real)
(Got me trippin)

It's the middle of the night
And I just woke up from my sleep
I had a bad ass fucking dream
That a nigga was low on green
Couldn't catch no Zs so I count some sheep
Shit seemed so real almost made me weep
I just can't go back to the days
Where everything I had and got was cheap
And so I hopped up out my bed
First thing I did was start to chase some bread
If I ain't out here making no paper
That'll be the day that y'all hear I'm dead
It's like a game that has no end
Or a freezing cold day in hell
I wish I wish oh yes I wish
My bank would fill up like a wishing well
And I got stacks on stacks on stacks
Compliments the racks on racks on racks
If y'all start trippin on somethin new
You gon' see the straps on straps on straps
Now I got yo bitch all up on my lap
Real shit no cap we can run them hands
You just a broke ass pussy nigga
Take some advice and go and up yo bands bitch

Like every hour stuff my pockets with more power
Got that power from the powder
Business good the friendships sour
45 showers prove you coward
Got connections like a router
AR scope beam and the mounter
My logos a money counter
Profit go upwards off those downers
Make a quiet bitch a shouter
She jump on me and then I bounce her
1500 off a pounder
Black market is my main browser
LSD I got my wavelength
Nonstop from fiends is my pay rate
Started at 14 and I used to slang shake
They fuck with me like I'm Dre day
Hood superstar but I ain't Lupe
Pouring up the mud til it's like kool-aid
I got those keys and it's a new day (Alicia)
Made another play man I need a new safe
I'm a goon or a goblin or whatever you say
Run the block every day and I still got the weight
Don't claim bitch but I don't gang bang
My MOB is to just stay paid (bitch)



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Writer(s): Reverend Castro
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