Poem Lyrics

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Everyday i wake up first thing on my mind is count my money

gotta go stack this shit, i stack this shit from sun to moon

They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story you up with the sun

Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it a hunnid

Know she gon' fuck on the kid, know she gon' fuck on the kid for his sound

No we don't fuck with the pig, can't even fuck with the pig, don't even know him

If he gon' fuck with the gang, No we know tell, you know I'ma show him

All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem

Had a lil' Hannah Montana pull up on the kid, she fuckin' on molly

No they can't come around givin' that toppy and shit if it ain't even sloppy

All day makin' them plays, let's shop with the kid, we servin' exotic

Everyday I wake up, put that shit on, know I be drenched like a faucet

Nah you can't even come around, can't even come around the kid no more

Better not fuck with the gang, I'm throwin' up three while I'm pourin' up four

Gotta go get me some bread, I gotta go stack it up by the loaf

Know we gon' leave him with lead, now he ain't talkin', his casket closed

Smokin' that shit, that exotic, smokin' that shit, that get high the most

Damn why your bitch on my body, I hit her one time, then I don't know

Poppin' my shit like a tire, I'm poppin' my shit like I aim at his dome

They try to steal my attire, they try to hate on the kid for my flow

Everyday I wake up, first thing on my mind is count my money

Gotta go stack this shit, I stack this shit from sun to moon

They wasn't there on the ground, they switchin' the story, you up with the sun

Now I can't be around the crowd, not everybody gon' keep it on

Know she gon' fuck with the kid, know she gon' fuck with kid for the sound

No we don't fuck with the pig, can't even fuck with the pig, don't even know him

If he gon' fuck with the gang, no we don't tell, you know I'ma show him

All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem

Every day I wake up, first thing on my mind, is count my money

Gotta go stack this shit, I stack this shit from sun to moon

They wasn't there the ground, they switchin' the story, you up with the sun

Now I can't be around crowd, not everybody gon' keep it hunnid

Know she gon' fuck with the kid, know she gon' fuck with the kid for the sound

No we don't fuck with the pig, can't even fuck with the pig, don't even know him

If he gon' fuck with the gang, no we don't tell, you know I'ma show him

All this shit off the brain, they know I be spittin' this shit like a poem