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"Trap Marathon" Yeah... Woke up countin' paper cuts, smell like residue Money talk fluent, broke boys barely audible Trap phone singin’ like it just joined the opera In the kitchen doin’ numbers like a bank’s formula Panoramic views, see my future in the skyline Used to push a bucket, now the foreign whip a sci-fi Whip game Jedi, flippin’ work like it's mind tricks Bricks on the table, not LEGO, they make time skip Grew up where the roaches run marathons at midnight Now I’m in the suite, hundred dollars just for dim light Shooters in the back, they move quiet like a Tesla Came from ramen noodles, now it’s lobster with the fresca Pocket full of stones, call me modern-day Flintstone Shawty sniff a line, then she whisper with her hipbone I don’t chase fame, I chase commas like a stalker Only thing I’m duckin’ is the feds and they offers Dope boy aura, make the preacher wanna backslide Made it off the curb, turned my hustle to a franchise Neck on winter, wrist lookin’ like a landslide Used to be broke, now my problems need a landline Whip so clean, call it pressure in a capsule Strapped in the booth, every bar is a tassel Graduated pain, got a PhD in struggle Life gave me storms, I just learned how to juggle In the field where they sell dreams and serve nightmares Gotta keep it tucked, ‘cause these blessings breed fight stares Gold drippin’ heavy, got my chain needin’ therapy Talkin’ slick’ll get you outlined like a parody I ain't never lied in a verse, that’s the blueprint I was breakin’ down pounds while they made excuses Money over mood swings, grind over gossip Tryna feed the fam, turn my pain into a profit Backseat bossin', I don't flex just to flex My silence cost more than most dudes' checks Tried to count me out, now I’m countin’ while I flex On a jet eatin’ shrimp, feet up on success Wasn't born lucky, I was born on a deadline Every play I made had to hit like a headline This ain't just rap, this is life with a snarl I just dressed it in a beat, let it bleed in the bars Granny prayed for me, now I’m livin’ off the echoes Used to dodge death like I'm steppin’ over Legos Now the safe look like it got pregnant off the hustle And the game love me like I never fumbled
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