[Intro: Potter Payper]
Uh (Gwappa Baby)
[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
I was, stickin' up pitches with a same gem
All them years behind the door, you got a fair stem
Can jobs and bent up, she can't erase them
Dad turned some lost boys into made men
And when them M boys coming, don't say when
You tied to hit the deck and just played dead
'Cah my brothers take lives, and it's "Take bread"
If I ain't got this on me, I feel naked
And nowadays, there's so much hatred
I should know I hated you, before I made it
I was that little white boy with a bust-down chain
It means you can never catch me with a bust-down stainless
It's not a real beef if you haven't touched your paigons
They be cryin' when you're dead, for the clout you're chasin'
I said it's not a real beef if you ain't touched your paigons
They be cryin' when you're dead, for the clout you're chasin'
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Yeah, for the clout, they are chasin'
I just make another hundred bags, banks in the basement, ah
Things get a lot to take in, the journey has been mad, through the worse
I just had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself, yeah
And I had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself
[Verse 2: Potter Payper]
They killin' in my city for the sake of it
I heard my dog's a rat, and I just don't know what to make of it
Where I'm from, when you're winnin', they just hate a bit
And you don't know him till you catch a case with him
Slow and steady wins the race, let's just sticking up the place
Blend in and out the window, give a fuck about the jakes
And the shitty little trap, and the cars to the state
My bag are chops arse after arse on his play
Had your bitch in reverse, just bars in the way
My bro kicked off the door, so a mad in a yay
Probably why he just tripped like a fan into day
I said probably why he just tripped like a fan into day
Better pray me when you see me
Sweets ain't cheap, but I give a kid a Freebie
I got white girl, Phoebe
And it get shaken and stirred, Martini
Peer, Huncholini
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Yeah, for the clout, they are chasin'
I just make another hundred bags, banks in the basement, ah
Things get a lot to take in, the journey has been mad, through the worse
I just had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself, yeah
And I had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself
Uh (Gwappa Baby)
[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
I was, stickin' up pitches with a same gem
All them years behind the door, you got a fair stem
Can jobs and bent up, she can't erase them
Dad turned some lost boys into made men
And when them M boys coming, don't say when
You tied to hit the deck and just played dead
'Cah my brothers take lives, and it's "Take bread"
If I ain't got this on me, I feel naked
And nowadays, there's so much hatred
I should know I hated you, before I made it
I was that little white boy with a bust-down chain
It means you can never catch me with a bust-down stainless
It's not a real beef if you haven't touched your paigons
They be cryin' when you're dead, for the clout you're chasin'
I said it's not a real beef if you ain't touched your paigons
They be cryin' when you're dead, for the clout you're chasin'
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Yeah, for the clout, they are chasin'
I just make another hundred bags, banks in the basement, ah
Things get a lot to take in, the journey has been mad, through the worse
I just had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself, yeah
And I had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself
[Verse 2: Potter Payper]
They killin' in my city for the sake of it
I heard my dog's a rat, and I just don't know what to make of it
Where I'm from, when you're winnin', they just hate a bit
And you don't know him till you catch a case with him
Slow and steady wins the race, let's just sticking up the place
Blend in and out the window, give a fuck about the jakes
And the shitty little trap, and the cars to the state
My bag are chops arse after arse on his play
Had your bitch in reverse, just bars in the way
My bro kicked off the door, so a mad in a yay
Probably why he just tripped like a fan into day
I said probably why he just tripped like a fan into day
Better pray me when you see me
Sweets ain't cheap, but I give a kid a Freebie
I got white girl, Phoebe
And it get shaken and stirred, Martini
Peer, Huncholini
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Yeah, for the clout, they are chasin'
I just make another hundred bags, banks in the basement, ah
Things get a lot to take in, the journey has been mad, through the worse
I just had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself, yeah
And I had to put some faith in myself, faith in myself
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