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I am a powerhouse I feel in Colours Drunk to my stomach with the nonsense Sick of all the ego driven Uh Sick of all the ego driven violence Read these lines and listen to my soul Stomach turning smoking on this ganja Think and grow rich Stack it till' I'm old Stomach turning bad from all the comments They stilll hated back when i was broke Cashed out Pocket full of dead niggas, Breadwinners Niggas cant compare to us Spared feelins f*ck it Ima stand on em' Rare Linens Regular the camp Yeah The world is yours time to take a hold I never gave a f*ck to wait been running up Yellow hues and blue strips These niggas hate cause they can't copy Hard to do this Ain't know i had the blueprint Creating waves but kept it street my niggas ruthless Yeah you better move quick Scheming silent at a pin drop Plotting on a Blitz Fan girls and French tips They come in flavors but I'm never worried about a bitch To win i had to take a risk Another 24 of grinding get it how i live Again i rise to spit and Alchemize these gifts Prophesie and give, Monetize these feels Won't get lost in this potion got to pay attention Cant take losses now I'm tryna make these Ms To live in fear To me It seems the same as ego Running from the truth to leave yourself in limbo i don't get it, Roll another then i inhale Exhale finding ways to heal this mental Drunk to my stomach with the nonsense Sick of all the ego driven Uh Sick of all the ego driven violence Read these lines and listen to my soul Stomach turning Smoking on this ganja Think and grow rich Stack it till I'm old Stomach turning bad from all the comments They stilll hated back when i was broke Lost in irregular worlds Just tryna turn sense into dollars Been tryna turn art Into gold Tryna turn pain into profit Tryna get rich Put myself in position on thrown Been tryna put my niggas on I don't get no sleep Eyes wide open Just chasing these goals Determined to fly like a bird Shit on niggas everytime that I put that shit on Oh yeah And I put that On bro It's something bout this feeling cant shake Know I'm up next to blow I get love from coast to coast Gotta keep up Make a statement before i get old Don't mind the stories that they told I move too silent 6 baby Worried bout a roll Tri states finest niggas goofies Like from a shorty shoulda did the most Drunk to my stomach with the Yeah yeah F*ck it Time to pay me what I'm owed If this don't work I'm hopping on the road In traffic tryna stack another load Drunk to my stomach with the bullshit Solar plexus spinning I can't walk Bitch blowin my jack but i can't talk I'ts time to count up Cant f*ck with these hoes Drunk to my stomach with the nonsense Sick of all the ego driven Uh Sick of all the ego driven violence Read these lines and listen to my soul Stomach turning Smoking on this ganja Think and grow rich Stack it till I'm old Stomach turning bad from all the comments They stilll hated back when i was broke Slimy bidness Psychic visions Intuition told me hold on Time to pay attention