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I keep a stash to avoid a shortage
Ways to move around cash to avoid an Audit
I just tryna put numbers on the score board
Got a bunch of shooters wit me like I'm playing small ball
They all love curry no pad thai
It's no lines blurry we the bad guys
Doin dirt get you buried like a land slide
It just stirs up beef like it's pan fry
We use to stand by watching feans nod
I can't lie and say trapping is a dream job
Cracks falling out my pocket getting the machine clogged
There's a reason I ain't like to have my jeans washed
You see a mans soul when you look inside
Y'all A bunch of dildos giving pussy vibes
Push a ride find a foreign trip I could book and fly
there's a lot of shit I said I do before I took a bride

I S F I support felonies
I got everything a felon need if he feel in need
Whether it's a shell to squeeze or just selling weed
They just gotta do the leg work like a Centipede
What kind of social distancing I'm practicing
I felt like A I when they was asking him
I did the same ole shit move packages
Me staying in my lane was no accident
Move half of it they jacking it like a car theft
The bar set the other half of it I could charge less
A hard flex they tried to deuce me for a large check
A couple jokers I could deal wit that's the card deck
Fuck wit the real and ignore the lames
The all the same they never gonna call names
All they gonna do is sub like a ball game
I always keep it a buck and never saw change



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Writer(s): Christopher Brown
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