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pancakes - hackey og lyrics

[intro: hackey og]
sometimes the darkest days lead to the brightest of futures
welcome to the lead and breakfast

[verse 1: hackey og]
like a boss, i know how to take a loss
flip that sh*t into a win and keep ahead at any cost
like a, like a broken faucet i’ma drip whole time you
tossing and turning, i’m still up flossing like dental hygienists
like a, like a g, i don’t need no third degree (i’ve been g’d up, got my feet up)
i’ve been at this since a ‘tween, who the greatest, still to be seen
like a, like a amputee i gave an arm, a leg (i gave an arm, a leg, gave an arm, a leg)
i can’t stand y’all nowadays, i just sit back in amazement
like a, like a dude in a room wanted by the 5*0
i’d assume he a human with a loaded .44
maybe two like bigamy, figure me for
polygamist (woo), keeping c*cked four or five hoes (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and they give the sloppiest head
i spoil ‘em, they sleeping up under my pillow, ain’t leaving my bed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
feeding me breakfast in lead, no carb
vacations i’m taking are simulated, i be short on the bread
but you can’t even get to the airport no more
we got shooters on steps (no, no, no, no)
in the vehicle city, vehicular manslaughter (no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
k!lling these innocent women and children, ain’t kidding, they dying
ain’t saying covid is a myth but the sh*t i’ve been living in realer, my god
give it break (yeah), live in facade
stuck on the block, tickling glocks
bobby was bored, peddling rocks (yeah)
wound up in woods (yeah), found in a box (yeah)
nothing but a phone (yeah), pair of some socks (yeah)
[chorus: hackey og]
i’ve been at this for a minute (stacking pancakes up, yeah)
stacking pancakes in the kitchen
syrup in the baby bottle (got the syrup poured up, yeah)
coddling codeine in the crib and
i’ve been on the verge of quitting (i cannot give up)
rapping, practicing religions (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
like a white boy chew tobacco
all i f*cking know is spitting

[verse 2: hackey og]
this is project poetry, that sh*t you see in movies, ooh
my neighborhood is spooky, crooked criminals on duty
do you understand my angle, why i roll like athletes ankles
why i sip like i’ve been stranded in a canyon for a day so (pour up)
sh*t aside, i got my pride, i got my time, i got my say so
i ain’t got sh*t to my name except my masters and my radio
i’ma play this sh*t on loop ’til they cut the light for lack of payment
only humble brag i have is that i made it up out the bas*m*nt
life, life lame, maybe i’m agitated
sh*t hard, maybe i’m constipated
been, been turnt, check out my expiration (ugh)
maybe i’m too outdated
maybe i’m long awaited
maybe my downfall lack of patience
maybe i’m isolated
too many days in one location
maybe i need more time
maybe my time is wasted
maybe i’m underrated
send me in to psa to grade me (man)
maybe i’ll be collectible
maybe they’ll wanna trade me (yeah)
maybe they’ll think i’m gas
maybe they’ll ventilate me little bit (little b*tch)
maybe i’ll do me daily (what)
maybe they’ll bend or break me (what)
maybe i’ll be inside all summer (what)
maybe it’s complicated (what)
maybe i’ll end up “me too’d” too (what)
wind up a cancellation (what)
that’s all part of the culture now (what)
part of the expectation (hmm, what, sh*t)
maybe i’ll be myself (what)
maybe my debut collecting dust, still shelved (what)
maybe i won’t see wealth (what)
maybe i’m rich as f*ck and i got my health (what)
maybe i’ll count my chips (what)
maybe i’ll go all*in on the hand i’m dealt (what)
maybe i’ll file down clips (what)
maybe i’ll be in flint ’til the day i r.i.p. (what)
maybe i won’t make it out, maybe i’m shaking now
maybe i sweat this sh*t, maybe i’ve been in h*ll’s kitchen
under broilers baking now
maybe i hate me now, maybe i look happy
down deep, wanna break right down
life hard, wanna be eighteen now
good days what i’m reminiscing ‘bout
income what i’m missing now
bank statements into negative figures now
get why they play with triggers now
go and put your slippers on
get the paper, finally made front page
look ma, i made it now
[bridge: hackey og]
stacking pancakes up (yeah), got the syrup poured up (yeah)
i cannot give up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
stacking pancakes up (yeah), got the syrup poured up (yeah)
i cannot give up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: hackey og]
i’ve been at this for a minute (stacking pancakes up, yeah)
stacking pancakes in the kitchen
syrup in the baby bottle (got the syrup poured up, yeah)
coddling codeine in the crib and
i’ve been on the verge of quitting (i cannot give up)
rapping, practicing religions (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
like a white boy chew tobacco
all i f*cking know is spitting
i’ve been at this for a minute (stacking pancakes up, yeah)
stacking pancakes in the kitchen
syrup in the baby bottle (got the syrup poured up, yeah)
coddling codeine in the crib and
i’ve been on the verge of quitting (i cannot give up)
rapping, practicing religions (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
like a white boy chew tobacco
all i f*cking know is spitting

- hackey og lyrics

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