stackin Bread{Prod. By$$BEATCLEAVER$$}

I ain't got flex, let 'em chatter, I'm a menace, Life's a gamble, stack the chips, count the benjamins. Runnin' with the wolves, yeah, I’m sharper than a dagger, Left the lames in trash, now my pockets getting fatter. Turn my losses into wins, watch me elevate the game, Money talks loud, while the silence brings the shame. In the shadows, moving stealth, plotting every single step, Grimy streets, where the realest see the threats and never fret. Hustle hard, never soft, built this empire brick by brick, They can hate, but I’m the one that’s stacking up the quick fix. Life’s a chessboard, every move’s a calculated risk, While they sleep, I’m awake, on the grind, can’t let it miss. Count my blessings, count the loot, I’m a boss in the flesh, When the money starts to talk, best believe I’m coming fresh. From the gutter to the throne, now I’m ruling like a king, Grimy vibes, heavy weight, let the cash flow, let it ring.