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Much As You Can
by Ak the God
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I stick to myself stay out the way
Roll up the dope stack hustle pray
He want a feature he gotta pay
Send me the budget we can discuss it
We came from nothing dirty and musty
I kick her out when she say she ain't fuckin
No i don't need you don't wanna mislead you
You don't gotta love me no pressure on pussy
Been off the porch far from a rookie
Ptsd got me chain smoking cookie
Barely can sleep cause I'm in it to deep
Harassed by police
cause we fucked up the streets
My cup so dirty cant't clean it with bleach
My dope exotic I'm geekin like screech
Clips holding 30 apiece (Yea)
Bless a nigga ass like a priest
listen we totally different (Ain't da same)
I went from robbing to winning (a Dirty game)
My bitch look like Robin Givens (Check her frame)
They hate when you keep it consistent (They lame)
They don't give you game they hoping you crash
Stack up ya paper put up you some cash
It come in so slow but it leave out so fast
If you ain't careful you run through ya last
Soak up the game much as you can
Stick to ya plans run up some bands
(Gotta have tunnel vision in dis shit)
(Paper Only)
Tell em I'm coming for spots (Fa Spots)
We was just breaking in spots (Real taking)
I'm Steady transitioning out ( No fakin)
Its hard when you really want in (I gotta make it)
Didn't have no paper to spend (I remember)
Had blocks and I told 'em to spend (ya ya)
I'm on my 7210
Sliding with Stack in the Benz
Don't give a fuck bout ya resume
I up it and won't even hesitate
I smoke on this za za and meditate
I don't give attention to featherweights
Bow ya head pray for better days
Skinny pants with some 7 J's
Moving fast trying to get me paid
If I never speak bitch I'm still the wave
All these chains like I'm still a slave
Broke the clippers ain't got time for fades
Oil sheen how I'm finna spray
God bless whoever in the way
Minute maid bitch I'm having juice
I was in the cage screaming let me loose
Swapping mains for the vegetables
now I'm blowing runts on the edibles
talked to Satan told him let me loose
Never let the demons get the best of you
It's a lot of shit been stressing you
But you staying solid and you pressing through
God know what the pressure do
You got 2 choices ether fold
Bitch I'm shooter gang tell em lock and load
Clip got 17 like in Holly-grove
Went from hand me downs to a lot of clothes
Used to sell dope just to buy Girbauds
They counted me out from the get go
When really I had a whole lot of goals
Soak up the game as much as you can
Stick to ya plan run up some bands
Tell 'em I'm coming for spots
We was just breaking in spots
I'm steady transitioning out
Its hard when you really want in
I stick to myself stay out the way
Roll up the dope stack hustle pray
He want a feature he gotta pay
Send me the budget we can discuss it
We came from nothing dirty and musty
I kick her out when she say she ain't fuckin
No i don't need you don't wanna mislead you
You don't gotta love me no pressure on pussy
Been off the porch far from a rookie
Ptsd got me chain smoking cookie
Barely can sleep cause I'm in it to deep
Harassed by police
cause we fucked up the streets
My cup so dirty cant't clean it with bleach
My dope exotic I'm geekin like screech
Clips holding 30 apiece (Yea)
Bless a nigga ass like a priest
listen we totally different (Ain't da same)
I went from robbing to winning (a Dirty game)
My bitch look like Robin Givens (Check her frame)
They hate when you keep it consistent (They lame)
They don't give you game they hoping you crash
Stack up ya paper put up you some cash
It come in so slow but it leave out so fast
If you ain't careful you run through ya last
Soak up the game much as you can
Stick to ya plans run up some bands
(Gotta have tunnel vision in dis shit)
(Paper Only)
Tell em I'm coming for spots (Fa Spots)
We was just breaking in spots (Real taking)
I'm Steady transitioning out ( No fakin)
Its hard when you really want in (I gotta make it)
Didn't have no paper to spend (I remember)
Had blocks and I told 'em to spend (ya ya)
I'm on my 7210
Sliding with Stack in the Benz
Don't give a fuck bout ya resume
I up it and won't even hesitate
I smoke on this za za and meditate
I don't give attention to featherweights
Bow ya head pray for better days
Skinny pants with some 7 J's
Moving fast trying to get me paid
If I never speak bitch I'm still the wave
All these chains like I'm still a slave
Broke the clippers ain't got time for fades
Oil sheen how I'm finna spray
God bless whoever in the way
Minute maid bitch I'm having juice
I was in the cage screaming let me loose
Swapping mains for the vegetables
now I'm blowing runts on the edibles
talked to Satan told him let me loose
Never let the demons get the best of you
It's a lot of shit been stressing you
But you staying solid and you pressing through
God know what the pressure do
You got 2 choices ether fold
Bitch I'm shooter gang tell em lock and load
Clip got 17 like in Holly-grove
Went from hand me downs to a lot of clothes
Used to sell dope just to buy Girbauds
They counted me out from the get go
When really I had a whole lot of goals
Soak up the game as much as you can
Stick to ya plan run up some bands
Tell 'em I'm coming for spots
We was just breaking in spots
I'm steady transitioning out
Its hard when you really want in
