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[Verse]

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Keep the stash in a shoebox

We was talking 'bout our past on that roof top

All this trash had the roots blocked

So I had to grow my plants in a new pot

Bitches sliding back like they moon walk

I'll make my first hunnid rack, like it's news ma

I got this curse on my back, I can't move wrong

I spit my verse on the track, give 'em goosebumps

I feel like Lauryn with a Mac, how I do ops

A gun fight, spill a couple rounds, hear the two shots

Got one life, gotta make this count, no coupon

Her son bright, I ain't goin' down, it's a new dawn

I dunk right, they can't rebound it, Manute Bol

You fun-sized, I'll have my brethrens step on ya

Keep the Tec on us

Ain't even enough to brеak a sweat on us

This damn world made my head pondеr

And even though you emotionally unstable, you the best momma

I never fucked with my step fathers

And I was wrong when I thought they would bring less drama

But it's just more trauma

I'm Sheck Wes, and I'm tryna make my Mo Bamba

In other words I'm tryna make a hit

But it hurts when they weren't appreciatin' shit

Alleviate and dip

Fuck with me, and you'll be abbreviating "R.I.P"

I keep my hater pissed

Like he ain't made the list

You mad now

They tried to take me off the top, I never backed down

These guys be glazing at my profit, hope I crash out

People lie and project, commitin' lethal crime

So I need Allah to protect me from the evil eye

Remember times I was trapping with it

Cut ties with the bitches that act suspicious

Declined all the flashy gimmicks

Y'all bad pretenders and mad quick to turn your back pivot

I ain't quitting 'til this task is finished

Pass my digits and have independence yellin’ "Grandma, I did it!"

‘Cause rap was a gift, and I landed right in it

The universe passed me a chance, I'ma live it

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