$TACKIN UP COMMA$
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Yeah, I came from the bottom, had nothin’ to lose, Now I’m stackin’ up commas, I bend all the rules. They was sleepin’ on me, I was plottin’ in silence, Now the whip matte black, and the wrist full of diamonds. I don’t talk much, I let the bag do the speakin’, Ops talk tough ’til they see me on the weekend. Whole block know I’m a problem with the heater, Movin’ like a kingpin, sharper than a cleaver. Pressure been applied, I ain’t never let it slack, Ran it up from a zip, now my duffel full of racks. Still watchin’ for the snakes, they be hidin’ in the grass, Try to ride the wave, and I’m leavin’ ’em in the past.
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Yeah, I came from the bottom, had nothin’ to lose, Now I’m stackin’ up commas, I bend all the rules. They was sleepin’ on me, I was plottin’ in silence, Now the whip matte black, and the wrist full of diamonds. I don’t talk much, I let the bag do the speakin’, Ops talk tough ’til they see me on the weekend. Whole block know I’m a problem with the heater, Movin’ like a kingpin, sharper than a cleaver. Pressure been applied, I ain’t never let it slack, Ran it up from a zip, now my duffel full of racks. Still watchin’ for the snakes, they be hidin’ in the grass, Try to ride the wave, and I’m leavin’ ’em in the past.