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kiingrod - reload lyrics

[intro]
koast!
paupa got beats makin’ history

[verse 1]
bags gettin’ bigger, we been stackin’ h+lla poles
we been watchin’ on your haters, tryna snake us on the low
thousand bands on jewelry, new designer, head to toe
ain’t no catchin’ up now, od on the road
lookin’ straight now, got a stack on the low
tryna play my cards right, keep my mind on the dough
still talkin’ ‘bout a chain when you should watch your ho
every boss take a loss, just matter how you glow

[verse 2]
seen it all before but his ain’t no new sh+t
i don’ took a couple losses, just cop a new b+tch
why you random steady actin’ like you goin’ through some sh+t?
put a promise in my heart, ya’ll couldn’t guess what i live
if the car don’t got tints i will not hop in
i made a promise to my momma i’ll be home for christmas
took a flight out the bay and came back with a safe
i gave back all this money, ya’ll ain’t made what ya’ll said

[verse 3]
ain’t no worries on the hundreds ‘cause they straight to the chase
i just bought a gucci suit, shoulda came with a cape
i’ma slide in your town, take your b+tch to the sp+ce
have her blowin’ on the d+ck like she runnin’ for a race
just dropped a car payment on my ring, how i’m way
all my teachers hatin’ on me, said i wouldn’t find a way
talkin’ ‘bout gettin’ a job ‘cause you won’t get paid
but look at me now, bet there’s nothin’ you can saw

[verse 4]
look my brother’s in they face and say it’s hope everyday
i know we ain’t rich yet but it’s close to the day
if i’m alive to the day or i’m even in the grave
i’ma always make sure everybody always straight
born broke, die rich, it’s how i go ‘bout my day
ain’t no boss that only got one hustle for his case
still sittin’ in they house, tryna think of a way
i know your pockets hurtin’, goin’ broke playin’ games

[verse 5]
just dropped a new whip with 200 on the dash
i just drove past the boys while smashin’ on the gas
i ain’t ever lookin’ back, not thinkin’ of the past
we used to be broke and we used to steal tags
shootin’ dice at night, coulda used it as a job
i was slappin’ four band, you clockin’ in the job
now i’m down twenty toes and i’m hustlin’ to the top
started touchin’ rap money, now i feel like i’m up

[verse 6]
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no news, only family ‘round me
‘cause i catch some fake love when a random by me
had to change my number twice so they can’t call me
i got tired of fake tryna call me family
still neckin’ these woods, out the drip cookie p
sippin’ on a fifty water with a dub on me
tryna plan this next trip, might get to maui
autopilot by this ice, put my wrist on freeze
b+tch

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