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[Verse 1: CRSLYRC]
This the sound track to the come up
Hunger, ribs rubbing touching
Causing friction knots in my stomach
Time to scrape the plate
They told me hold it down like a paper weight
I need my paper straight, I’m sick of baking shake
I smoke an 8th a day, I need at least a pound
A playful bitch, a ticket and a great escape
They say damn Criss, where you been at my nig?
They threw dirt on my name, buried me breathing
I’m back out the grave like a zombie ya dig?
Nigga look what I did with little to nothing
These niggas ain’t stunting these niggas be bluffing
These bitches be fronting, like they don’t be fucking
Oh you ain’t fucking? End of discussion
Sativas I’m puffing, scheming on something
True ragamuffin from birth word to father and mother
Practicing patience , avoiding temptation like Ruffin
Let off in her mouth when she suck it
I’m breaking the bank before I kick the bucket
Raiding the vault, ain’t no way I’ll be stuck here
A savage by nature, the price I’ma pay it
Whatever the budget
[Hook: CRSLYRC]
Ten toes in Palladiums
Thick smoke in my cranium
Nymphos I lay with em
World tours, need stadiums
Fuck a stretch; if you want it my nigga then reach 2x
[Verse 2: CRSLYRC]
It’s a big world my nigga, full of war and conflict
And it’s getting worse my nigga
So get up and get yours my nigga
Hit that soil and dig dirt my nigga
On that Henny and my shit slurred my nigga
And I’m rolling up thick herb my nigga
That’s word my nigga
These money hungry thirsty birds is chirping twerking
Thotting it out for the gram and a xan
Get it how you live I ain’t mad; I got love for these hoes
But cuffing that is not in the plans
You ate in my absence, now a nigga back in the cafe
Slapping trays out of everybody’s hands
You could be Gandhi and still get bodied
Peace means nothing to a nigga in a jam
Out of luck and I’m stuck in a rut what the fuck
My niggas say chill, I say fuck that
I never seen chill pay a bill not ever
500 mill? I’m tryna touch that, Always been invested
Anytime I ever talked numbers with the plug
He ain’t have to front that
You pay to play niggas got the business figured out
But the people want a feeling and you can’t fund that
[Hook]
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