[Verse 1: Stack Bundles] [?] Got the fishscale Rubber grip pistol Pop, like it’s Cristal Rich lip wow, [?] with the [?] Had to struggle to get my weight up Left lane, left lane now they want me to wait up Can’t slow my pace, no time to waste [?] who the fuck face to face Gotta embrace the hate with this life of mine Y’all wanna raise the stakes put your life on the line Mine’s is real Stack Bun’ signed and sealed Got a mean watch game, keep the ice real [?] I don’t like talking And I keep some hot wheels Bitches catch feelings when I’m walking Bop too gangster, Glock too heavy No more turnovers I got Far Rock steady
[Hook] I keep it gutter like I keep it gutter like I keep it gutter like I keep it gutter like
[Verse 3: Stack Bundles] Red niggas got hate in they veins I clap niggas leave hate in they brain Let me teach ya The hood niggas call me Roger Cause I’m flooded in carrots And I floss every day like it’s Easter The beats the reason I ryhyme Streets the reason I grind And I don’t need heat to shine Cause I didn’t when y’all oppress me End up dead or missing like Elvis Presley
[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco] You know I keep a chick topless, keep my whip topless Keep my spit toxic You keep it in the closet [?] things can get un-pretty Like bars left from Chili For the sake I hope I keep everything quaker oats, real gritty Or 3-0-50 On the rocks like Whitney Filthy, and [?] like spittin dutch and gillie Close, but no Philly
[Hook] x2
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An unreleased collab between Lupe and the late Stack Bundles. You can download the track on 2DopeBoyz here.
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