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  • (Verse 1: Teller Bank$)
    Fxck alright, I'm ready
    Uh, made my son the product of a broken home
    So I gotta make sure I'm never broke
    Even if a nigga gotta bust the chrome till the chrome smoke
    Smoke grows
    Rose like roses outta asphalt
    Took advantage of the crack they gave us
    Manual labor, don't suit me if ain't tailored
    The shaman, curse like a sailor
    I ride around like the mayor
    Waving the sprayer
    And sprayin like (dududududududududududu)
    In the wild just like Chris mccandless
    Sleep with the hammer like charging my amethyst
    Extort ya managеrs, keep a black candle lit
    Step in the officе, offed em
    I'm lost, I might lose it, I lost it
    I'm awfully awesome, I'm awesomely awful
    No more amor in mi casa
    Sorta sorcerer soarin
    Foreigners syrup I poured in a bottle accordin
    To all my problems tallest to smallesrt in that order
    Transporter go across borders forreal I ain't just recordin
    Lotta these Niggas be transformers
    Lotta these niggas got bad karma
    Lotta these niggas got bad fathers
    That's why a nigga Like me gotta rob em
    Why I gotta teach em why I gotta reach em- a prophet told me I would be a
    Preacher- preacher told me not to fear no demon- but in my mirrors that's all I'm
    Seein like
    (Chorus)
    Pinky rangs don't know ya name
    Bullet holes don't know ya name
    That chain don't know ya name
    Those pained don't know ya name
    My mama don't know ya name
    My gang don't know ya name
    And a soldiers aim
    Keep em focusing on
    Wait, who the fxck you
    Ay
    Do this shxt
    Gone do it right
    Throw ya hands up
    Block the light
    From the grooviest
    Nigga moving this
    Might catch a glimpse
    What the realist like
    Hang lil homie
    Sang lil homie
    If they came lil homie
    What would you die for?
    (Verse 2: Mckinley Dixon)
    Uh, fxck all them niggas that said once knew me
    Y'all is my fam, but I use that term loosely
    Uh, cause of ya'll niggas I turned to the new me
    Block gone end up like a mom and pop shop in a movie
    Where the villain black
    Peel em back
    Sealing dat
    Keep ya heart in tact
    We gone do this shxt til the feeling back
    I suppose, he rose
    Think Jesus and niggas a gang
    To those that opposed?
    Creeping and lurkin inside of they homes
    Praying he'd kneel
    Or the ground touch his toes
    Really my nigga, you sleep
    What do you seek
    Storing my sunlight
    For darkness that gone come and
    Last the whole week
    Even though, future is bleak
    I really, really really, can't let niggas see that I'm weak
    Keepin' it at my peak
    Cause, I'm not stopping till the president got accents all up in her name
    Pardon all her niggas pain
    Every cop that out here slaying
    Gone get slain
    Wit the quickness
    Crucifixion
    On front of my caddy
    Hurt so badly
    Call for jesus
    Now I'm gone curse his daddy
    Like god damn
    God damn
    God damn
    God damn
    Hit me
    Why mama tell me not hang wit homies
    I got angels wit me
    God damn
    These niggas stealing my youth
    But she and I just argued bout being a man, whats my excuse
    God damn
    Might cop the necklace cause them plays been racking up
    God damn
    Might cop that necklace
    Just cuz it's the black in us
    God damn
    We tearing yo crown down
    So we can have something for brown babies
    When we not around
    Cause
    Pink rangs don't
    Bullet holes don't
    That chain don't
    Those pained don't
    My mama don't
    My gang don't
    Ay
    Pink rangs don't
    Bullet holes don't
    That chain don't
    Those pained don't
    My mama don't
    My gang don't
    For the homies
    Yeah
    For the homies
  • [00:20.00](Verse 1: Teller Bank$)
    [00:21.18]Fxck alright, I'm ready
    [00:27.33]Uh, made my son the product of a broken home
    [00:30.65]So I gotta make sure I'm never broke
    [00:32.57]Even if a nigga gotta bust the chrome till the chrome smoke
    [00:35.24]Smoke grows
    [00:36.06]Rose like roses outta asphalt
    [00:37.79]Took advantage of the crack they gave us
    [00:39.57]Manual labor, don't suit me if ain't tailored
    [00:41.68]The shaman, curse like a sailor
    [00:42.90]I ride around like the mayor
    [00:44.57]Waving the sprayer
    [00:45.52]And sprayin like (dududududududududududu)
    [00:47.71]In the wild just like Chris mccandless
    [00:49.35]Sleep with the hammer like charging my amethyst
    [00:51.18]Extort ya managеrs, keep a black candle lit
    [00:52.92]Step in the officе, offed em
    [00:54.43]I'm lost, I might lose it, I lost it
    [00:56.22]I'm awfully awesome, I'm awesomely awful
    [00:58.71]No more amor in mi casa
    [01:00.47]Sorta sorcerer soarin
    [01:01.75]Foreigners syrup I poured in a bottle accordin
    [01:03.95]To all my problems tallest to smallesrt in that order
    [01:06.47]Transporter go across borders forreal I ain't just recordin
    [01:09.85]Lotta these Niggas be transformers
    [01:11.72]Lotta these niggas got bad karma
    [01:13.38]Lotta these niggas got bad fathers
    [01:15.03]That's why a nigga Like me gotta rob em
    [01:16.80]Why I gotta teach em why I gotta reach em- a prophet told me I would be a
    [01:19.26]Preacher- preacher told me not to fear no demon- but in my mirrors that's all I'm
    [01:22.11]Seein like
    [01:22.28](Chorus)
    [01:22.46]Pinky rangs don't know ya name
    [01:23.87]Bullet holes don't know ya name
    [01:25.76]That chain don't know ya name
    [01:27.37]Those pained don't know ya name
    [01:29.07]My mama don't know ya name
    [01:30.74]My gang don't know ya name
    [01:32.44]And a soldiers aim
    [01:33.35]Keep em focusing on
    [01:34.31]Wait, who the fxck you
    [01:35.51]Ay
    [01:36.05]Do this shxt
    [01:36.66]Gone do it right
    [01:37.65]Throw ya hands up
    [01:38.63]Block the light
    [01:39.31]From the grooviest
    [01:40.20]Nigga moving this
    [01:41.09]Might catch a glimpse
    [01:41.98]What the realist like
    [01:42.88]Hang lil homie
    [01:44.18]Sang lil homie
    [01:45.88]If they came lil homie
    [01:47.45]What would you die for?
    [01:49.00](Verse 2: Mckinley Dixon)
    [01:49.39]Uh, fxck all them niggas that said once knew me
    [01:53.55]Y'all is my fam, but I use that term loosely
    [01:56.94]Uh, cause of ya'll niggas I turned to the new me
    [01:60.00]Block gone end up like a mom and pop shop in a movie
    [02:02.10]Where the villain black
    [02:03.98]Peel em back
    [02:05.34]Sealing dat
    [02:06.93]Keep ya heart in tact
    [02:08.48]We gone do this shxt til the feeling back
    [02:10.09]I suppose, he rose
    [02:11.68]Think Jesus and niggas a gang
    [02:13.33]To those that opposed?
    [02:14.20]Creeping and lurkin inside of they homes
    [02:15.87]Praying he'd kneel
    [02:16.48]Or the ground touch his toes
    [02:17.88]Really my nigga, you sleep
    [02:20.10]What do you seek
    [02:21.06]Storing my sunlight
    [02:21.82]For darkness that gone come and
    [02:22.76]Last the whole week
    [02:23.50]Even though, future is bleak
    [02:24.83]I really, really really, can't let niggas see that I'm weak
    [02:29.00]Keepin' it at my peak
    [02:30.41]Cause, I'm not stopping till the president got accents all up in her name
    [02:34.68]Pardon all her niggas pain
    [02:36.45]Every cop that out here slaying
    [02:38.27]Gone get slain
    [02:39.14]Wit the quickness
    [02:39.98]Crucifixion
    [02:40.80]On front of my caddy
    [02:42.09]Hurt so badly
    [02:42.94]Call for jesus
    [02:43.87]Now I'm gone curse his daddy
    [02:45.37]Like god damn
    [02:46.16]God damn
    [02:46.92]God damn
    [02:47.51]God damn
    [02:48.04]Hit me
    [02:48.60]Why mama tell me not hang wit homies
    [02:50.71]I got angels wit me
    [02:51.88]God damn
    [02:52.74]These niggas stealing my youth
    [02:54.41]But she and I just argued bout being a man, whats my excuse
    [02:57.92]God damn
    [02:58.40]Might cop the necklace cause them plays been racking up
    [03:01.24]God damn
    [03:02.03]Might cop that necklace
    [03:03.20]Just cuz it's the black in us
    [03:04.72]God damn
    [03:05.24]We tearing yo crown down
    [03:07.01]So we can have something for brown babies
    [03:09.57]When we not around
    [03:11.09]Cause
    [03:11.87]Pink rangs don't
    [03:13.23]Bullet holes don't
    [03:15.00]That chain don't
    [03:16.62]Those pained don't
    [03:18.33]My mama don't
    [03:19.99]My gang don't
    [03:21.71]Ay
    [03:25.04]Pink rangs don't
    [03:27.11]Bullet holes don't
    [03:28.80]That chain don't
    [03:30.43]Those pained don't
    [03:32.14]My mama don't
    [03:33.79]My gang don't
    [03:35.62]For the homies
    [03:37.94]Yeah
    [03:42.38]For the homies