the bands that we get they get checked by the bureau, shoot out my momma she taught me bout zeros 

I move like a villain but look like a hero,
ice on my neck make me feel sub-zero,
I’m stackin’ these coins like I was in Mario,
she want the Don, not a regular barrio,
came from the dust, now I glow like a stereo,
talk on my name, get you spun like a merry-go,
I’m in the field like I’m huntin’ for prey,
count up the racks while I’m smokin’ away,
no time for talkin’, I’m chargin’ a fee,
they sendin’ deposits before they can see,
I told my cousin to lock in the beat,
I told my brodie, “we bound to succeed,”
I put the pain in the cone and repeat,
I turn my trauma to money, indeed.

I’m not a talker, I’m more of a mover,
I get the bag then I vanish like Krueger,
shorty too bad but I’m still not a chooser,
I want the racks, not the rumor or blooper,
I’m in the trap with my hoodie and puffer

bureaux

just a chill guy, here for fun but ts might be my job🙈

bureaux

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