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Cards, we swiping cards They want an inch, we give a yard Not fully charged We droppin' anchors like a harbor Posted up in places that we can't afford We can't afford, we can't affor- (We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards They want an inch, we give a yard Not fully charged We droppin' anchors like a harbor Posted up in places that we can't afford We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus This what happens when god die and the demons rule Apocalyptic, let's get descriptive on evil tunes Pay your respects or end up dead on your local news Scrap heap the books and get freaky 'cause that's what heathens do (Oh shit) My stomach faded, my mental hungry, my mind been ill My ego turning, my liver burning, I quit the pills My Nana asking me "why is you always chasing thrills?" Only way to find myself some dollar bills My mind been leveled up My lonely spirits shaking and dranking the devil's cup I got the special stuff Letras de cancionesI smoke the shit and awaken, my vacant brain erupts I hope to say enough My life been nipped and tucked A lonely roads behind me telling me they been catchin' up Cards, we swiping cards They want an inch, we give a yard Not fully charged We droppin' anchors like a harbor Posted up in places that we can't afford We can't afford, we can't affor- (We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards They want an inch, we give a yard Not fully charged We droppin' anchors like a harbor Posted up in places that we can't afford We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus Whatever hurdle, exposure or situation A boulder inside my path once crossed will not remain In plain, I've risen higher than church windows with stains They hate, but like the devil, they won't call me by name Bitch, I'm great Straight out the belly of the beast wit' it Four hundred degrees, couple broken bones and some teeth missing We runnin' things, yeah, we bleed different So tuck your chain, we don't need attention And fuck the fame, I just handle my business, dismantle the system The road to the riches has been paved in blood diamonds So fuck it, my neck shinin', fuck it, my Patek dancin' Blow 'bout a hundred million, wasted on my advance Too stuck in the fast life, peeping my gas light Drank too much last night, thought i was seeing double Thought I was leaving trouble, I'm wrong, I move a muscle The drinks was telling me to cause a scene I got bruised knuckles, ya feel me? Cards, we swiping cards They want an inch, we give a yard Not fully charged We droppin' anchors like a harbor Posted up in places that we can't afford We can't afford, we can't affor- But I been on a fast course, they wanted a rap chorus But the shit I’m speaking isn’t sinkin' in, don’t act porous I’m exactly what they wanted and then some The task force cleansin' in the game 'cause they asked for it You bastards Need to wash yo' ass end get up off at two What’s the difference from me to you? I made a couple of tunes Couple of moves that went right So we could garner the views So why I’m still stressin' 'bout I ain’t finish with school? From Letras Mania