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Yeah, you know money come, money go. My biggest fear my career is ever going broke. I'll pass on this next play, yeah, I'm going Pro. Niggas hating, but we got the same twenty-four. Got that Cali plug, I send it out of State. Invest the whole check, now I got credit From the bank, yeah. Batman coupe slid through like Bruce Wayne. With my arm out the window screaming, "Money ain't a thing." The opposition's, They ain't never had a chance. Yeah, I'm standing on business, I need mine in Advance. Niggas voicing they opinions, but they Never had a bag. How I'm finna take advice From niggas out here doing bad? How real is that? The only influence we ever Had was rob or flip a pack. I was 'bout a quarter brick short from a Kingpin. Swimming in the deep end, the Ruger just For defense, ah. I distributed every region. Mixed and I mastered it, now a nigga streaming. Ain't no love in these streets, nor feelings of Trust. So every direct sale, I get adrenaline rush, Ah. Switched hustles, been killing 'em ever since, Yeah. Slip through the cracks and leave 'em no Evidence, ah. Me and G tryna crack the Da Vinci Code. Bottles in the club, balling like I'm Meechy, hoe. Ayy, just the life I live. I done did too much, stud, not to pop My shit, ayy. You ain't talking 'bout no money, Then it's not my biz. Double on these funds, baby, all I did, Yeah. Started from the bottom, I done found my Fit. Two shots of Henny, I don't need no Mix, ayy. I don't need no mix. Yeah. Sliding on the scene, know it is what It is, I'm just a ghetto nigga with a Billion dollar mindset. You let me tell it, I ain't even in My prime yet. Like I was gambling with life At a high stake. I'm used to playing with Them keys like a Steinway. Wait, I go to work twenty-five/eight. While niggas on the net talking blasé. All these diamonds in the watch face, can't tell What the time say. Couple hundred thousand dollars Parked in the driveway. Ayy, just the life I live. I done did too much, stud, not to pop My shit, ayy. You ain't talking 'bout no money, Then it's not my biz. Double on these funds, baby, all I did, yeah. Started from the bottom, I done found my fit. Two shots of Henny, I don't need no mix, Ayy. I don't need no mix. Sliding on the scene, know it is what it Is, ayy. These niggas too busy running from what they scared Of. So they can't get to what they want, you Know what I mean? This shit don't stop, 2025 and beyond. Doing what we do. Win, win, win. Enterprise. Click, click, click.
2 Eleven, Kyle Banks, G Perico — High Stakes
«High Stakes» — 2 Eleven, Kyle Banks, G Perico. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:32. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
