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cookiepack - short verse interlude lyrics

[intro:]
(dreamlike)

[verse:]
yeah i’m finna drop a michigan album like boat did
r.i.p to josh, and r.i.p to loaded
give that boy a redbull he got wings, now he floatin
i leave em on delivered while you get left on opened
i’m a stunna not a simp
i’m a steppa not a pimp
pockets blue but they don’t crip
people hate me, i don’t trip
i don’t trip they can hate if they want
i been on my grind they just hatin, they just taunt
i hop out with the pop off tory locket gettin popped
yeah we come from poverty, was husslin on the block
yeah we come from poverty, was husslin on the streets
i had to sell me croofus just so me and pat could eat
i’m rollin in a pontiac with covers on the seats
cops was undercover, i ain’t talkin bout the sheets
yeah we been here for a long time
if he got a problem then we finna get the carbines
if he got a problem then i’m finna put em online
put em in a box, in a coffin yeah he confined
yeah he confined put him in a box
yeah i graduated from the school of hard knocks
you want credit, i won’t even give you props
got a full auto choppa, boy it’ll sing it don’t talk

- cookiepack lyrics

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