Staple Pants

Aye Jay punch me in!
Staple pants on boy I feel like I can fly for real
Before I cross my dogs I'll fuck around and die for real
In 2016 told my dawg about this cream
I had a dollar and a dream
And now I'm ballin' with the team
Like death and taxes double M we guaranteed
Money motivated for this paper we succeed
A thing I never seen is a woman that I need
I'm so quick to break the bread
The bible taught me about greed
They say you back up in that bag again with nothing to lose
I told myself I was gon do it I got something to prove
I might be really up forever If I watch how I move
I studied the game the greats and now they dropping me clues
I seen niggas steady talk ain't walked a mile in my shoes
(Ain't walked a mile)
Come Walk a mile in these Balenci's
(Come walk a mile)
Either with me or against me man that shit it ain't no biggie
I look like I'm going to work how I'm suited in these dickies
Who decides war got me feeling like a general
Beefing about money man this shit about the principle
Touchdown at Florida state
Had me feeling like a Seminole
I'm a hustler not no gangsta man I grew up around criminals
True story non-fiction
Don't take Kindly to threats so suggest you stop dissing
All this money on the table I was the one to go get it
All my soulja's super slim that means they got no limit
Staple pants on boy teel like I can fly
Cross my heart and hope to die
If them niggas keep dropping play this back I tell you why
(Hey, I tell you why)
Staple pants on boy I feel like I can fly
Cross my heart and hope to die
If them niggas keep dropping play this back I tell you why
(Hey, I tell you why)
Al-Right!



Credits
Writer(s): Edgar Key Jr, Stephen Jay Dashiff
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