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King Marino
I need bout two hundred thousand Right now, in my bank account Make it two fifty Right now, already taking to long I need it Got to have it I wake up and I'm making moves Cuz they feel right Lucid dreaming in real life Giving you all I got So I can put you in yo feels like Whatever feels like The best thing you can have Sometimes it's just a dollar And sometimes its a bath I multiply the grind And see the profits after the math Pretending I'm Walter White With my verses in the lab I'm breaking bad Forget a Birkin bag Leave beats in toe tags I'm tired of paying in installments Time to buy it straight cash A on my hat I pass the class Chill in my whip I pass the gas If its bout money I'm smashing fast Hop straight in my whip And do a dash, dash dash I been on my journey so long Now I'm just carrying on When you see me winning the ship Like Bron Don't be calling my phone You already know what I'm on I'm coming up Leaving crabs in a barrel Trapping these rhymes and Trapping apparel I came from a place Some people called ghetto Didn't worry bout that Got my dinero And I came up To another level Up, level up Level up, level up Level up, level up Most of my battles They were psychological Mainly me fixating on What's impossible Instead of possible Now looking back Is paradoxical Jumped over obstacles I'm colder than a freezer Full of popsicles that's tropical Flow so crazy, you'd think I got it from a mental hospital Been tuning it for years And now my business Is profitable Plans, I concoct some more I'm the man you've been looking for If you tryna learn how To build a dream And get it off the floor I wake up and I'm making moves Cuz they feel right Lucid dreaming in real life Giving you all I got So I can put you in yo feels like Whatever feels like The best thing you can have Sometimes it's just a dollar And sometimes its a bath I multiply the grind And see the profits after the math Pretending I'm Walter White With my verses in the lab I'm breaking bad Forget a Birkin bag Leave beats in toe tags I'm tired of paying in installments Time to buy it straight cash Yeah that bag different Yeah, way past different Got it out the mud No switching, no ass kissing No dick riding Niggas can't say they made me No hand outs That ain't the way Tracy raised me I really had to find The patience and drive You can't find that shit in stores Like the PlayStation 5 Gotta be born with it Made up my mind Yeah nigga, I'm gone get it Up at a early stage Knew at a early age Before I reached the pearly gates I would be thoroughly paid Swear to God Last year, that was a trash year Lost both my parents I'm just glad that my ass here Hit me with both barrels But yeah, I bounced back Try an tally up my blessing Now, can't count that Rino my dude Preciate the pass homie Randy Moss in the endzone Straight cash homie I wake up and I'm making moves Cuz they feel right Lucid dreaming in real life Giving you all I got So I can put you in yo feels like Whatever feels like The best thing you can have Sometimes it's just a dollar And sometimes its a bath I multiply the grind And see the profits after the math Pretending I'm Walter White With my verses in the lab I'm breaking bad Forget a Birkin bag Leave beats in toe tags I'm tired of paying in installments Time to buy it straight cash Straight cash Gotdammit I'm tired of playing with these folks Man, give me money I need my money Right now I got thangs I gotta do And some places to be man Run it Let's go