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hackey og – 2 pairs lyrics

[intro]
tae, we finna up the score on these n+ggas

[verse: hackey og]
two cents on my food stamps
want to walk around in my shoes
you can’t take two steps in my jordan’s
worth like 2k, but hey, who cares
got two pairs and they ride with me
in the backseat of my ’03 buick century
’cause i’m homeless, just got evicted
fighting not to pull out this here chrome+less
just got a brick to flip
directors on trampolines
had to flip the script
and shake 5+0 like some tambourines
winding up in an ambulance
trying to f+ck with me in this rap scene
trying to f+ck with me in this rap scene
anti+social, i’m that mean
tongue numbing when i gargle lean
aren’t you glad i almost quit rapping
now i’m back, b+tch, suck a tangerine
little cutie like a clementine when you try rapping
all cap and i’m in my basket like jellybeans
still dropping sh+t from the quarantine
still fiend for promethazine
and i ain’t sip since 2013
lighting candles, eating rappers up
dinner with me, i’m a hopeless romantic
like costa rica, i’ve been going bananas
scary weed, smoking on tarantula
dreams of hopping out an aston
hopping on a jet, mixing up a fanta
getting too lit (oh, oh, oh, oh)
where the f+ck is your man
you are my new b+tch
kicking back just picking my pockets
working them cute lips (whoa, oh, oh, oh)
sitting back watching all these dudes (oh, oh, hmm)
just make your kids rich
trying to find out
what your current situation is
[bridge: hackey og]
cut my life up into pieces, hoe
cut my life up into pieces, hoe

[verse: hackey og]
i held on hope
fifty cents up in my pockets
like i’m popping smoke
i’d rather pop a little roach
then smoke a little dope
i’d rather sit inside the crib
and make a hundred hits
she cut my life up into pieces, hmm
ain’t that a b+tch
i cannot sit inside a cell
i’m about to have a kid
this dead end job don’t make no sense
can’t put none toward the bills
i’m out my mind with this
i got this sh+t, i got the sk!lls
it’s tae laurent up on the beat
it’s hackey in his feels
it’s sixteen seconds through the master
and i’m getting chills
these mids and highs, they get me high
and, yeah, i get my fill
i lie awake at night
and think why i ain’t got a deal
i just turned thirty
and i’m hotter than your favorite still
i grip my steel
and give my spiel to what i believe is real
i’m on the keel
protect my fate, they want it pack and sealed
come get a feature for the price of two
that package deal
i’m asking double what i did
because i’m triple ill

- hackey og lyrics

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