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pancakes - j. stalin lyrics

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[intro]
young gage, this slap!
he*he*hear a young gage slapper

[hook]
n*ggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
stuck up in the streets, not a square, i’m not a nun
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
to make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons

[verse 1]
i been digging dirt all night, n*gga
don’t cry for me, cause it come with the life, n*gga
keep a pole, but never keep a wife, n*gga
i be in a suit like a white n*gga
i’ma tell my kids about the latundra heights, n*gga, thе iceman
and how you couldn’t sell white, n*gga
but you could do it on thе low, long as you greazy lil palms
them n*ggas know
ain’t sh*t moving if n*ggas ain’t selling snow
all my n*ggas train like dogs, they on go
if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t ready for war
shoot that sh*t up every day, and they won’t post at the store
started up as a lookout, move up to totem pole
now you the sh*t like a commode
real n*ggas never blink, never fold
carry on with the gangsta sh*t so i can get home
[hook]
n*ggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
stuck up in the streets, not a square, i’m not a nun
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
to make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons

[verse 2]
beating up the road, it’s raining and i can’t see
i got h*lla guns and dope on me
n*ggas say they want 9s, i sell all of mines
keep the 45 to keep n*ggas in line
same trip, but we change routes all the time
never talk on phones cause n*ggas dropping dimes
he go to court and it’s “don’t be late, you got the time”
cause i gotta cook pancakes for little jovan
and crossybo gon need his daddy up
so i’ma blast a n*gga like a stereo
we can do the drop at emporium imperial
swear to god, the way we dodge the feds, this sh*t a miracle
might need you to get it ‘cross the border, can’t be scary, ho
might need to get you a visa, we gotta get married, ho
might need you to get it ‘cross the border, can’t be scary, ho
might need to get you a visa, we gotta get married, ho
[hook]
n*ggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
stuck up in the streets, not a square, i’m not a nun
but i still make it home to make breakfast for my son
to make breakfast for my sons, make breakfast for my sons

[instrumental]

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