Malik Da Prince - STACK

Brodie keep on tripping 'bout that same old shit
Bet when you start winning then that lane gon' switch
I'm with 4DI we been the same old clique
Make sure that we winning on some bankroll shit
How you hating, then you love him? That don't make no sense
He ain't gang so I can't trust him, I can't take no risks
Got a rap career, you love it? Then don't make no diss
Don't know why these niggas bluffing when they ain't on shit
Want a verse? Then hit my manager, his name is CashApp
Roll with sticks and they gon' damage you, they push your cap back
In the club, can only stand in here 'cause this bitch pack packed
Bentley coupe to go with my G wag, bright red and matte black
That boy think he hiding, we gon' find him where he at at
He said he gon' slide where I reside, he gon' get cap capped
I been on the grind, remember times when I got laughed at
Money on my mind, can't waste no time I gotta stack stack
Stack stack stack stack
City on my back back
Big body black and white, like Po I call it Jack Black
Where these niggas at at
Running through they map map
Slept on me for so long, it's a coma ain't no nap nap
Got a bag (Bag)
Niggas mad (Mad)
Finna go (Fast)
In a Jag (Jag)
Three digits, Two O's all up on my dash
Still gon' hit the thrift store, what you know 'bout that
Money on me, got a bag I'm all in it
I get all up in her mouth like a dentist
It ain't no man that's as fast as a bullet
So it ain't no point in you running from niggas
I'm with my brothers but none of us siblings
I had to focus, I tunneled my vision
Almost stopped pushing but I had to pick it back up
'Cause I saw number one in the distance
And I'm with the gang I know they proud of me
That's why I can't trip about who doubted me
Bitch I'm way too cold, runny nose like it's allergies
Keep that epi with me, I really got allergies
Money with me, in my pocket
That's just if we being honest
He a killer, in the comments
Me, my niggas, really on it
Make it bang, no instruments
Me and gang like Pentatonix
Treat his house like burger joints
Five Guys run up In-N-Out it
On that same old, on that same old
Fighting demons, went and got an angel
Run up pesos, put your girl on payroll
On that stage though, that crowd do what I say so

Written by:
Rahsaan Foster

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