
Came from the ground, mud on my shoes, still got the stain now
Pockets was empty, now the money do the rain dance
They used to laugh, now they quiet when the chain bounce
I don’t do friends, just alliances that change amounts
Step on the gas, leave ‘em dust, that’s a lane switch
Told ‘em I’m next, they ain’t believe, now the fame loud
I don’t chase clout, I just calculate the payout
Enemies turn to my sons, watch ‘em play house
Had to cut ties, too many leeches on the same route
Now the same ones that slept on me scream my name out
I don’t do peace if the energy don’t weigh out
Stackin’ the green, turn a seed to a great house
They throw shade, I just smile, let the hate sprout
I was down bad, now the whip do the race route
Talkin’ that tough, but they fold when the case out
I don’t need luck, I just bet on the breakout
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Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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