STASH

Everyday I'm feelin' like I'm M.I.A
 My mind is off the meter, motion pictures
 Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash
 Blacked out balaclava
 She knew 'bout the hidden stash
 Wait, hold up
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 Whip around the town and tell the driver
 I don't care about the Uber surge pricing
 We goin' XL, we super sizing
 Double XL, she wan' super size it
 I bend it over and excerise it
 I'm doing drugs, I don't glamorize 'em
 Look in my eyes, you just a snake
 I can tell by the way you smiling
 Ya, dawg I've been tryna eat
 Hungry, I'm picking my teeth
 I was raised up on the street
 Daddy left when I was 3
 Since he dipped, it's been beef
 Momma moved us to Orléans
 But we came from OB
 I had to put all my cash in
 Skipped on some seasons of fashion
 Had to focus on my passion
 Then that shit really paid off
 Now I'm in that Off-White shit
 Got Givenchy in my outfit
 Got inspired from Rodeo
 Homie, I really bossed up
 Man, enough is enough
 I've been praying, it ain't luck
 I been workin' like a dog
 I been workin' like a dog
 I been grindin' like the plug
 I been grindin' like the plug
 I been grindin' like the plug
 Everyday I'm feelin' like I'm M.I.A
 My mind is off the meter, motion pictures
 Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash
 Blacked out balaclava
 She knew 'bout the hidden stash
 Wait, hold up
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got some more
 I got so much shit I gotta catch up on
 Lil bitch, get ya step on
 Lil bitch, get to stepping
 Lil bitch in Stilletos
 You got me wrong, I'm the best one
 Yeah, I'm better than ya last one
 Yeah, I'm better than ya next one
 Mothafucka, I'm the best one
 Yo yo
 I cop a bag straight straight from Louis
 All of you opps lookin' goofy
 My homie, he ride with the Gucci
 Don't mess with his boys
 Cause they ride with the toolie
 Bumpin' that B.I.G. Juicy
 Just hit up Popeyes then dip with a 2-piece
 Album be droppin', you fakes lookin' goofy
 I been smokin' on the boofy, yeah
 I just been smokin' that shit
 I just been fuckin' that bitch
 Said that I went and switched
 Nah you got it twisted, been with the shits
 But I'm smart, I keep it lowkey n shit
 My circle is small, but we strong
 Pay my family from my songs
 Pray I'm never doing wrong
 Pray my money gettin' long
 I pray the feds don't catch me
 Prayin' my opps don't blast me
 Cause I got my past in the backstreet
 I moved them packs out the backseat
 Movin' the packs like an athlete
 No Uber man, I had to taxi
 Mix A.P.C. with the Acne
 I got my girl and she ride with her daddy
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 I gotta get all my shit straight
 Makin' money like I'm Mitch, man
 I've been workin' on my shit, man
 I've been grindin' since my mixtapes
 I've been workin' on my shit, man
 I ain't never talking shit, man