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snak the ripper - paid up lyrics

[verse 1]
ayo, my product’s always top notch, high grade, truffolei
sh-t can make your heart stop like huffin’ gas and sniffin’ gaze
bouncin’ off the walls like a stray bullet ricochet
this is opportunity and i won’t let it slip away
never givin’ no sh-ts, been livin’ this since osix
this is real talk, ain’t no skittled wigs and glow sticks
all these cash got my pants saggin’ like some old t-ts
i guess i’m just a sn0b like b-tches whos trynna get their nose fixed
but i bet they hear, every word is pr-nounced
clear enough to keep ’em bouncing while i’m burnin’ an ounce
witnesses got story details into servant accounts
of how i’ve came into the game and murder sh-t unannounced
yeah, i been at this sh-t for like a decade plus
so i could take them to school and get a directei plus
i keep on hittin’ the stage so i could collect these funds
they gonna know how hard i’ve grinded
when my death day comes

[chorus]
cause i’m always droppin’ jewels
i been doin’ it since way back (way back)
(i been at it so long)
you won’t see me paying dues
cause i already paid that (motherf-ckers got it all wrong)
always droppin’ jewels
i been doin’ it since way back (way back)
(we been at it so long now)
we don’t follow any rules, the motherf-ckers hate that
you won’t see me paying dues
cause i already paid that

[verse 2]
they wonder how long i’ve been rockin’
been runnin’ this sh-t while they wackin’
picked up on the target and locked in
ain’t stoppin’ till i’ma get a top ten
started this sh-t with no plan to detect
i been through it all and i had to attack
kept to the curve and i was stabbed in the back
now b-tches from rome they grabbed on my sack
that time doing label that had to be dropped
keepin’ a couple of grams from the top
i’m turnin’ like hands on the clock
learned not to let n0body handle my guap
living in poverty taught me some sk!lls
slangin’ cds just to cover the bills
rappers get to only run from the hills
that sh-t is original, one in the mill
and it’s only the truth that i’m even expose
kickin’ the doors if they’re keepin’ it closed
whos body’s fake as the people that pose
they like to show love then their sh-t decomposed
and that how it goes through every intrial
on top of my game, i’ve been there for while
got a mask on my face, i don’t wear for style
put your hands in the air and prepare to get wild
they losing their sh-t when i’m doing the set
from riding a bus to cruising in jets
started out as rookie but grew to a vet
smoking this weed that’s what i do to forget
swinging the sh-t but i do it correct
permanent like the tattoo on my neck
my enemies know that the dude is a threat
the dues that i’ve paid you can truly respect

[skit]
you used to have to pay dues to show…everybody that you intended to stick with the business and you weren’t just coming in to jack off, like everybody does these days. to make it a larcker, to make a hobby or whatever because back then you could actually make a living of this if you were good at it…and so, yes, you had to pay dues. whenever guys had their f-cking bones broken or other guys have been beat up, guys had to drive a car for a thousand miles, i didn’t compain

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