Peter Parker

Got connects to burn through the money that I earned
Got connects to chalk
Anything that just talked
Got too many stocks
Paid by ships on the Dock
Got too many thoughts
I'm about to get locked

Silent the approach
When the killers on the block
They ain't never heard
All the stories
They ignore me
Yet not a single word
But they know me as the one
Who moved them birds, arms
The tech legit
I don't got a spit
Stay Anonymous like this
Bank accounts be Swiss
Fraud charges get dismissed
Hardest in the game
I got started in the game
Had some money to my name
Counting 100s like a King
With your bitch every spring
Getting paid, it's not a thang
Homie!
It's not a thang!

A Baller like Kobe
I force one like obi
I swing by like Tobey
That white drop, It's ghostly
Brown leather mostly
Get popped by his glock
They drop in a second or two
I just stand there and watch
Damn! What a shot!
These homos don't scare me
It's Harry, he's scared of no cop



Credits
Writer(s): Harkarandeep Singh
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