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If you Outta Sight, you Outta Mind | You gotta stack, you gotta grind | Im stating facts, these niggas lying
If you Outta Sight, you Outta Mind You gotta stack, you gotta grind Im stating facts, these niggas lying You can't relax and keep wasting time I want them racks I gotta get mine Stacking it up, I work with a stride I went from a deuce, drop down to a nine I sleep with the stars, I know Ima shine Same prices for the rent, thats the cost of the kicks Im stacking up racks, just to make a Hitlist My nigga El Chapo, he'll chop off ya wrist Pull up with them choppas, I know I won't miss Some niggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch But I kept it silent and hard as a brick Winked at ya bitch, she won't even give me a kiss Walked in that bitch diamonds dripping like piss Bought an AP, and took my wrist out of the pot Pop a bottle of Ace, and pour that shit out Put some diamonds and chandlers all in the spot How many racks does this young nigga got? I flew to Dubai, I didn't go to DeVry Hunnit racks to put the jet in the sky Time is music, this the best you can buy I'm dripping bitches, niggas still think they still fly I think I'm the flyest, I ain't got no stylist I'm geeked up off Molly, I'm fucking off cyris I flew with the choppa, I might catch a body Cause I see these fake niggas through the Cavalli's I got up on my level, say we and reunited These niggas quote poems, and they bitches like it I did turn a hoe, when I got indcited If I catch a case, then I gotta fight it My nigga called shawty, he ride with the shottie We pull up in Rari's, and these niggas don't like us Smoke weed and sip lean and get money my vices My friend name is Poison, and I know they shiesty I pray to the lord and you know that I'm righteous I need a reward, cause they say I'm the nicest Got too many bros that gon' roll out the dices I stay out the way cause niggas like mices If you Outta Sight, you Outta Mind You gotta stack, you gotta grind Im stating facts, these niggas lying You can't relax and keep wasting time I want them racks I gotta get mine Stacking it up, I work with a stride I went from a deuce, drop down to a nine I sleep with the stars, I know Ima shine Same prices for the rent, thats the cost of the kicks Im stacking up racks, just to make a Hitlist My nigga El Chapo, he'll chop off ya wrist Pull up with them choppas, I know I won't miss Some niggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch But I kept it silent and hard as a brick Winked at ya bitch, she won't even give me a kiss Walked in that bitch diamonds dripping like piss Put the dick in her mouth, and its fuck what ya say Fuck the law, throw the police away I blew a 50, cause I had a long day When it come to money, I done came a long way I fucked the bitch, but I can't go on no dates She sucked me loose, I put some nut on her face Let her see the lot, she wanna fuck at my place Steady bossin', bitch I'm having my way Niggas in the trap, but can't get away But I've been around the world, it feel like I'm touring I life a life of slaughter like Mama said don't stop, I gotta keep going Got a house so big, the bed room got an alarm The necklace cost so much it came with a charm The diamonds dripping, like the rain when it storm These niggas say that they looking, well I'm finna' show em So many acres it look like a farm 23 Million like I'm Michael Jordan 2 or 3 bitches, they wanna come join Fuck all these bitches, I feel like a Don I looked in the mirror, I know I'm the one You ain't gonna shoot, but you carry a gun Niggas act tough, like I won't bury your son Had to stay down, stack them racks to the month If you Outta Sight, you Outta Mind You gotta stack, you gotta grind Im stating facts, these niggas lying You can't relax and keep wasting time I want them racks I gotta get mine Stacking it up, I work with a stride I went from a deuce, drop down to a nine I sleep with the stars, I know Ima shine Same prices for the rent, thats the cost of the kicks Im stacking up racks, just to make a Hitlist My nigga El Chapo, he'll chop off ya wrist Pull up with them choppas, I know I won't miss Some niggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch But I kept it silent and hard as a brick Winked at ya bitch, she won't even give me a kiss Walked in that bitch diamonds dripping like piss Yeah
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