Stacking my money up
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Screaming
Catch me if u can
I'm still an outlaw
Detonating anybody left
Sorry southpaw
Hiding out from no man
Equal opportunity
I done did way more to myself
Than yall could do to me
So I keep a freshly open pack
Ziplock I need glad
So much gas that I been burning
Could have been to mars and back
Round trip
Cap'n crunch
I'm cereal about my shit
I been dragged all through the mud
So my heart like cool whip
I been riding beats
Getting away with wit murder
Point blank
And i will apply this pressure
Until you're joints brake
Don't think
Say no sorries then give you ointment
I just
Have no time for all you oink men
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Stacking my money up
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
It's full circle
Them haters lurking
With no purpose
Feeling shady then it's time for curtains
Cause these clay feet
Been hard to walk around in
Thoughts get dark
Sometimes I want to let the hounds in
Just might do it
Dripping water
Cause I been out in the rain
No telling
Is this the start or the ending
Either way I'm sliding
To them dollars that's in front of me
Lately way i'm feeling on the edge
You don't want no parts of me
Stumbling through the fog
Wit a handle of Jamie
Right hand of my stainless
Feel alone
Sometimes I think I better brainless
Rearrange it
I'm gone aim it at my jailers
Then pull the trigger
F*cks I never gave them
Till I'm in the pavement
Bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Stacking my money up
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
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Stacking my money up
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Screaming
Catch me if u can
I'm still an outlaw
Detonating anybody left
Sorry southpaw
Hiding out from no man
Equal opportunity
I done did way more to myself
Than yall could do to me
So I keep a freshly open pack
Ziplock I need glad
So much gas that I been burning
Could have been to mars and back
Round trip
Cap'n crunch
I'm cereal about my shit
I been dragged all through the mud
So my heart like cool whip
I been riding beats
Getting away with wit murder
Point blank
And i will apply this pressure
Until you're joints brake
Don't think
Say no sorries then give you ointment
I just
Have no time for all you oink men
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Stacking my money up
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
It's full circle
Them haters lurking
With no purpose
Feeling shady then it's time for curtains
Cause these clay feet
Been hard to walk around in
Thoughts get dark
Sometimes I want to let the hounds in
Just might do it
Dripping water
Cause I been out in the rain
No telling
Is this the start or the ending
Either way I'm sliding
To them dollars that's in front of me
Lately way i'm feeling on the edge
You don't want no parts of me
Stumbling through the fog
Wit a handle of Jamie
Right hand of my stainless
Feel alone
Sometimes I think I better brainless
Rearrange it
I'm gone aim it at my jailers
Then pull the trigger
F*cks I never gave them
Till I'm in the pavement
Bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Stacking my money up
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Screaming
Catch me if u can
I'm still an outlaw
Detonating anybody left
Sorry southpaw
Hiding out from no man
Equal opportunity
I done did way more to myself
Than yall could do to me
So I keep a freshly open pack
Ziplock I need glad
So much gas that I been burning
Could have been to mars and back
Round trip
Cap'n crunch
I'm cereal about my shit
I been dragged all through the mud
So my heart like cool whip
I been riding beats
Getting away with wit murder
Point blank
And i will apply this pressure
Until you're joints brake
Don't think
Say no sorries then give you ointment
I just
Have no time for all you oink men
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Stacking my money up
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
It's full circle
Them haters lurking
With no purpose
Feeling shady then it's time for curtains
Cause these clay feet
Been hard to walk around in
Thoughts get dark
Sometimes I want to let the hounds in
Just might do it
Dripping water
Cause I been out in the rain
No telling
Is this the start or the ending
Either way I'm sliding
To them dollars that's in front of me
Lately way i'm feeling on the edge
You don't want no parts of me
Stumbling through the fog
Wit a handle of Jamie
Right hand of my stainless
Feel alone
Sometimes I think I better brainless
Rearrange it
I'm gone aim it at my jailers
Then pull the trigger
F*cks I never gave them
Till I'm in the pavement
Bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
I want a hundred bills
Stomach filled
Live while i'm alive
Stacking my money up
Get it through the ceiling
How i'm feeling for so long
I gotta double it up
For so many reasons
Yea yea yea yea
I just want a bag full of racks
Pack on the side
Full crowd when I rap
Brother no i'm down to ride
I want a lot of things
Finer things
Live before I die
Writer: Peter Stuckey
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