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envy caine - straight from the pot كلمات الأغنية

hook:
i don’t be trustin’ these n-ggas, i’m always on point cause i been through a lot, police be watchin’, more bodies keep droppin’, you better go get you a chop, crackers be sprintin’ and spend all they money and look like a rich on the block, i was f-cked up in the trap then i hit a few l!cks and went straight to the top, i got it straight from the pot, i got it straight from the pot
– my k!llers maneuver, my chop opps we boomin’, i’m still movin’ more weight on the block, for the first to the tenth, at the end of the month, all the customers waitin’ to cop, all these diamonds be drippin’, blue hunnits’, i’m spendin’, yeah, i got it straight from the pot
verse 1:

stuck in the kitchen, that white, i be whippin’, finesse and i’m bringin’ the trap back, these n-ggas be bluffin’ like they get the bag, stop chuckin’, let’s see where your stash at, weigh it and chop it they countin’ my profit, no bag cause i’m usin’ some glad rag, hand-to-hand, i deliver, want cash or the debit, or better, yeah send it thru cashapp, the plug got my phone, the pack comin’ in… 2 weeks, he said i could have that, the pyrex be sweatin’, the fence come and touch her, they beggin’ like they gotta’ have that, glizzy ??, more foreigns, start sparkin’ ’em and ?? we pull up wit’ mad straps, spin thru they block with a whole bunch of chops, throwin’ shots, people drop, man, p-ss that. neighbors complainin’, they traffic was comin’ in heavy but they couldn’t stop it, rich on the drugs, collect all the money, we jugg it, supply it and profit, so many clients, got work like i’m higher, this porsche, still trying to cop it, had to handle my business, go out in the trenches, we livin’ cause we got it poppin’. beggars got larger, i trap out the carter, i’m stackin’ and starvin’, no budget, givin’ deals wit’ a stemina, light it’, i’m chasin’ the breesh so they gotta’ love it, go from a-b to c, turn a 1 into 2 and we hustle, turn nothin’ to somethin’, all this money we burnin’, the tables just turn and we twirlin’ so end of discussion

[verse 2]
cut the customer’s fee and i got it, you need it, i hold your card till the bread clear, the plug said he f-ck wit’ us, drugs comin’ heavy, the next time i re-up is next year. livin’ illegal, look out for my peoples, still duckin’ indictments is state time, communicate through facetime, yellow fanta, pour 8 lines. hitech or qualitest, pineapple soda, smoke sour diesel perkies xanax, bacardi wit’ yayo, i’m baking soda, straight chop, i’mma get me some grands back, run it up, get to the breesh, hit the road, bust a jugg, come home wit’ a ten pack, bozos keep droppin’ the rakes but that ain’t gon’ change, you can’t get your mans back, c0ka armstrong on the stove whippin’ grams of the old, bring it back, i’mma stretch that, i used to stay up in the trap wit’ a flip-phone and bottles of crack or the red caps, balmain and mary, wore bbc, kenzo cashout when i make all my bread back, ain’t no opps ever spin and the last n-gga did, it went missin’ and caught ’em a head-tap
– i don’t know why all these n-ggas be scammin’ but broke when they livin’ off punchies, turnin’ c0ke into crack, go hit the trap, make half, spend the rest all on munchies, make ’em pay more, the weight, blue benz and designer vacate on the flat out the country, bunch of folk n-ggas trapped up wit’ fns and glizzies wit’ tecs on, n0body could touch me

- envy caine

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