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stanwill - unsigned lyrics

[verse 1]
he ain’t plea like gunna, unky upping p’s regardless
shopaholic, b+tch, my closet look like neiman marcus
ksubi pluses on my denim but my tee department
bro came like picasso with the glocky, he could be a artist
pull up, leave it holey, turn his crib into a tabernacle
he was talking out his neck, got popped up in his adam’s apple
opposition couldn’t touch a ticket if they had a raffle
in the field, he playing with that sack, ain’t sh+t to have him tackled
they ask why i still ain’t sign, they say i’m underrated
walking outta hutch, the pendant cost a hunnid franklins
wocky by the gallon, unky got a hunnid cases
dropping chains and whips, thе buffies white, they think i’m racist
if i point ‘еm out then brodie shooting like he at the two
ain’t no “i” in “team”, boy, it was never sh+t to pass a ‘oop
if them piggies caught me up then i ain’t have a clue
what you make a year is what i blew in saks fifth avenue

[verse 2]
double coffee cup but i ain’t sipping no espresso
lacing triple s’s, tryna find a opp to step on
got the low and made him find another block to rep on
all these fendi f’s, she wanna f me, get the f on
who the f+ck you calling when yo back against the wall?
it’s a dirty game, they hate me so they hecking when i ball
dropping racks when i’m in saks, i’m getting active in the mall
if i catch a opp, i’m busting every strap come with the b+lls
pause
dog hoes, i might throw a collar on ’em
unc’ dissecting babies in the kitchen, busting toddlers open
turn my dreams into realities, b+tch, i got tired of hoping
catch me in the lab with bando, me and brodie tron potions
catch a opp, we swinging sticks, it look like tiger stadium
brodie think he tony stark, you know that iron stay with him
every whip exotic, catch us burning tires racing ’em
[verse 3]
feeling like i’m creed in that ring, all my punches hit
brodie shaking bacon with that work, tryna bust a brick
i could bust a opp, bust a play, then go bust a kit
funny how the streets hot as a stove in the oven mitt’
when you playing with that fire, boy, don’t get burnt
i ain’t never need a steering wheel, b+tch, i been turnt
it was bad but i knew that it could get worse
up off tint work, unc’ could show you how his wrist work
up the fully, that b+tch get to singing like it’s chaka khan
you be taking orders like a worker, boy, you not a don
only reason i ain’t hit yo ho is ’cause she not a dime
up the clipper on him like a barber, he get out of line
gotta play the hand you was dealt, you know life a gamble
was the man back in school, now his life in shambles
balenciaga for my b+tch, i blew five on sandles
probably ’cause i’m lit, boy, yo b+tch treat me like a candle

[verse 4]
twenty in my b+tch purse, fifty in my f+nny pack
catch a opp at 8 am, we shooting where his jammies at
pull up swinging sticks, i look like sosa, they think sammy back
pull up deep, i got a hunnid for you, this a family pack
bl!cky on my hip, boy, i can’t wrestle with you
if i say i got yo back, you know i’m stepping with you
caught you with yo mans, now he in heaven with you
i just bought a bl!ck, looking for opps, i’m tryna test my pistol
all this ice up on me, yo b+tch getting frostbit
catch a hat like virgil, bro’ll get you off quick
bro ain’t building houses but he living off bricks
used to tell me watch my mouth ’cause all i know is talk sh+t
all i know is run it up, all bro know is spin the block
when i’m up in somerset think all i know is spending guap
all i know is i’m the goat, the fans tell me i’m him a lot
all i know is we keep scoring, tell them boys to get a stock
[outro]
no cap
dog $hit militia
how the f+ck i’m still unsigned?

- stanwill lyrics

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