Jakob Leichtman & Blazed - Saks (feat. Ego & Fn Tizzy)

Blazed count my cash

I pull up and hop out and count up the money
I need it like pronto in cash
I shoot out the Kodak they drop out
They wilding I move through the city with mags
I'm with it got all 'em beside me and flipping the checks
These bitches be with it besides me
They bout it and fucking for Saks

Only 22 but feel much older
Still got weight all up on my shoulders
Child of destiny I been a soldier
When you only 5' 6" everything's an uphill battle
Don't get it twisted I've been moving boulders
Gettin' bolder with age
I didn't come to play I came to win
Life almost ended so had to reset
Took things too personal when I was upset
Switched up the narrative bout to upset
Uh yeah let me be clear
Uh yeah
Didn't you hear not supposed to be here
Was told things I needed to hear
Now got no fear or doubts that I won't be full of success
I'm at my best but had to be patient
Bout to graduate I know that I made it
First down this road one who had paved it
Owe this life to my dad I am so grateful
I am so thankful still had to work for it
Keepin' my promises go take my word for it
Always on road one I return for
Maybe one day we'll share our firstborn

I pull up and hop out and count up the money
I need it like pronto in cash
I shoot out the Kodak they drop out
They wilding I move through the city with mags
I'm with it got all 'em beside me and flipping the checks
These bitches be with it besides me
They bout it and fucking for Saks
I pull up and hop out and count up the money
I need it like pronto in cash
I shoot out the Kodak they drop out
They wilding I move through the city with mags
I'm with it got all 'em beside me and flipping the checks
These bitches be with it besides me
They bout it and fucking for Saks

I rap for the fuck of it you sounding counterfeit
Counting the cash and the money and profits
Ain't moving your movement too far
Get your ass back to the art
I ain't been sleep in a minute
Thinkin' I'm sleepin' on you and your image
That shit is funny like ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Balling out like I'm Demar
You lack a motor and motives that's righteous
I be bout gold like I'm Midas
Diligent killing it effortless
I am immaculate track after track of it
Man you can't even keep track of it
Fearing that clones wanna copy it can't mix and master it
Only bout rappin' bitch but I got heart
That shit just sets us apart
Sharpen the needlepoint darts
You about as dull and lame as it gets
Fuck your whole set kid give it a rest
And I'm gone ha
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I pull up and hop out and count up the money
I need it like pronto in cash
I shoot out the Kodak they drop out
They wilding I move through the city with mags
I'm with it got all 'em beside me and flipping the checks
These bitches be with it besides me
They bout it and fucking for Saks
I pull up and hop out and count up the money
I need it like pronto in cash
I shoot out the Kodak they drop out
They wilding I move through the city with mags
I'm with it got all 'em beside me and flipping the checks
These bitches be with it besides me
They bout it and fucking for Saks

Written by:
Jakob Leichtman, Rushil Kamdar, Zachary Mega

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