B. Frank

Stackin Stats (feat. Mindful Mannerz)

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Straight up out the stu and mix the beat and pop the track Weight room getting reps and push the limit get your max Feast up on the table feed the kid cause I am next Numbers through the roof I stay stacking up my stats Straight up out the stu and mix the beat and pop the track Weight room getting reps and push the limit get your max Feast up on the table feed the kid cause I am next And Numbers through the roof I stay stacking up my stats Blew up my name just to see the light of day And memory my lane turn a tiger to a king Shadow in the night shining star come watch me gleam And go against me be like Ali in the ring And towel up on my neck so it can soak up all the pain And thrown up in the grass like some trash you threw away Like Jordan with the bulls back in 1998 And sore from all the bars like a tumor on the brain And pushing my music ain't no need to flaunt the chain An arrow through the heart like Jack Sparrow ain't never changed And too much in my head, I ain't never let it hang True story here to tell, piece of puzzle by the frame And make it your motive, be the sickest in the game And ain't no need for handouts, I put that on my name And spreading all the love, ain't no need to do it fame D's up on the TV It might just leave a stain Straight up out the stu and mix the beat and pop the track Weight room getting reps and push the limit get your max Feast up on the table feed the kid cause I am next Numbers through the roof I stay stacking up my stats Straight up out the stu and mix the beat and pop the track Weight room getting reps and push the limit get your max Feast up on the table feed the kid cause I am next And Numbers through the roof I stay stacking up my stats Yeah I'm a straight monster, so ain't nothin' you can do to me Surviving while they prayin', I fail Ain't nothing new to me You playin' with my time, you gettin' cut like a movie scene And when it's time to eat, I need my cut like charcuterie I'm high fashion, fast whips, I'm race dragging A nigga say he better than me, he straight gassin I'm beast mode, mighty sword, I slay dragons Back up in the stew, I'm with Dom, ring the alarm We just rappin', splittin' these atoms, mixin' a bomb We gon' keep on turnin' it up, until the knob broke I just keep on spittin' this crack, just like my jaw broke When I get to doin' my dance, boy, I'm a fool I'm Mike Jack, blood on the floor, that's how I move God made me, you wanna hate me, what can I do Boy, I'm educated, strong-willed and hella smooth Hate to toot my own horn, but my nigga, I been the dude Straight up out the stu and mix the beat and pop the track Weight room getting reps and push the limit get your max Feast up on the table feed the kid cause I am next Numbers through the roof I stay stacking up my stats Straight up out the stu and mix the beat and pop the track Weight room getting reps and push the limit get your max Feast up on the table feed the kid cause I am next And Numbers through the roof I stay stacking up my stats Straight up out the stu and mix the beat and pop the track Weight room getting reps and push the limit get your max Feast up on the table feed the kid cause I am next Numbers through the roof I stay stacking up my stats
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