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It's just different. You listen to my words, you won't leave the Ground shook. This for niggas packin' baggies 'cause They can't cook. Turn to pushers, dealers, Mad crooks. This a step-by-step drug dealer's Handbook. Get on Google, make sure the VPN is On. Research everything until the map is drawn. Crack your knuckles, stretch your arms, because the Night is long. Get Like it's dead and gone. Find a distro on The 'Gram, nobody that you trust. Tracing online currency, boy, that's a motherfuck. Discuss it with the dealer, ask how he gon' Seal it. Vaseline for the dogs and he ain't Gon' beat it. He send it overseas and now You gotta go retrieve it. Make sure the whip is sparklin', it's mad clean. Bad things happen if you ever flash things. Subtle whip just to make this trip a low-key. Always re-up on your own 'cause you can't trust A homie. Take apart the kilos, homie, split them On your lonely. The scale's your best friend. Recommend you never overspend, huh. Now you gotta find some customers. You never front or use a hustler. People got no trust in us and so we Do the same. Niggas talk a lot, so make Sure you don't use your name, huh. Now you drippin' the money, don't get excited. You gotta clean what's muddy or you get indicted. You can't beat the charge, trust me, I have Tried it. And if you ever get jacked, pistol Pack and call the reaper. Make sure everybody nervous when they come and see You. When they meet you, you can see right Through 'em like they see-through. You don't gotta be packin' if they mama met You. That information alone is enough to protect You. Trip a lot of source and you gon' Catch the eye. Every drug dealer's been put to The test of time. Never deal up on the Block 'cause they gon' cross the line. Watch out, homie, paranoia over minds. You listen to my words, you won't leave the Ground shook. This for niggas packin' baggies 'cause They can't cook. Turn to pushers, dealers, Mad crooks. This a step-by-step drug dealer's Handbook. Dealer's handbook. Listen to my words, Yep. Listen, don't leave the ground shook. Ayy, what you want out this shit? Is you in it for a ounce or a Brick? You want a car, a chain, you want A house or a fit? You want the fame And the name, you wanna roll with a stick. Or either just get lit off your own supply. You gotta learn to go to sleep with a Open eye. Grow some wings before you think you Supposed to fly. Before you snitch, you supposed to lie. Take these tools, but break these rules and you Supposed to die. Pay your bills you supposed to buy. Jack boys, they supposed to try. You supposed to fly. Put some meals to the side you supposed to Hide. Drug dealer handbook, use it for your guide. Try. You listen to my words, you won't leave The ground shook. This for niggas packin' baggies 'cause they can't cook. Turn to pushers, dealers, mad crooks. This a step-by-step drug dealer's handbook. Dealer's handbook. Listen to my words, Yep. Listen, don't leave the ground shook.
Uncle Wahab, Young Buck, Jaber — Drug Dealers Handbook
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