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Ready or not

by @paul-sheridan-sanchez

Ready or not, Run up the spot, Selling them blues, Three dollars a pop. killing the streets, Stealing the block, like it or not This isnt the top Been climbing alot shooting the stars watching them drop if you dont got then your holding them stocks Market drops Then your buying in flocks this isnt a sign this isnt a stop Robinhood pushing your grind polishing rocks losing my mind but I like it alot smoking them trees growing my crops moving with ease feti to shop was 3 days 3 nights 3 weeks 3 hots and a cot more then you need shooting them shots concence or not think im lying better ask your pops im that young nigga dreaming of hops Gold filling my pots stuffing my socks polly poppins pulling her hair. snapping her locks slapping her ass. holding her houst until she pays me my cash I want all that it costs to turn a skinny n**** phat to turn a loser n**** Boss im a dog Ruff chasing them cats. couldnt have fame couldn't have rap not in that order now you know where im at over the moon under the maps moments to soon bullets will flash drity spoons to consume never told never asked I make it to hold I make it to last bitch turned up leaving faster then fast leaving faster then trash can't leave it behind cant put it in the past all these problems are mine all these problems are facts just look at my arms just look at my tracks needles to farm needles to grasp feelings bring harm feelings to mask calm before the storm but all my vains collapsed tears to conjor tears to crash living my life better ask drowning your soul burning them traps filling the mold with lies, crys and cracks couldnt convince the mass now a life ends with a blast like the deadliest catch winning it all or losing to craps City of sin monkey on your back getting you for all you have better walk away majority attracts crowds brings packs. Holes to patch doors never latched pain brings laughs like buggs bunny and Daph ready for guns ready for wrath light up the spot spark up a match bodies will drop packing them straps bitches are foul lratchet then ratch holding them down cooking a batch if you dont come around wouldn't get attached don't believe me now just look at the stats spiting them bars laying those tracks
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Nov 5, 2024
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