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birkin bag (milk!) - jo saza lyrics

a mill on my mind, counting benji’s in my sleep
that summertime grind like a sweater in the heat
do a swanton bomb bet these f*cker’s rest in peace

a penny for your thoughts, that’s the remedy for me
$75 a verse but my words was never cheap
i know it sound absurd but i’m searching for cheese
could never be a rat though i’m that dirty, sheesh
could never be a bird, but i’m that early
getting to bags
birkin

money’s the root of all evil
never thought it would be ben of all people
i say i’m better than the benjamin that’s in my hand
but i learned the truth fast is we all equal
and still bomb the seeds of the trees that we bleed through
a blackberry with a green thumb, this trigger squeeze too
strange fruit
these n*ggas bang too
though we don’t mean to
hang cool or cracker’s hang you on an angle
my n*ggas angels
that’s a not a metaphor
i lay low and stray from halo’s
ain’t nothing better boy than facials
what blunts were made for i roll the biggest one
this one for my n*gga’s in the game word to benji*mon
pentagon, 5 head demon with the extra one
set it off like a pyramid scheme, behead it all
then set it a flame
if n*gga’s really trynna f*cking with my name
don’t care if it’s debit or credit
just pay the price ya n*gga’s bet up on, it’s settled on
shoutout my n*gga m.o.e
we done rose, upper echelon
glory to my pen and my idols out of the renaissance
moral of the story
these n*gga’s is b*tch made

d*mn they need milk
milk
milk
milk
you f*cking with the team, these hooligan hitters aiming for the k!ll
k!ll
k!ll
k!ll
stacks on stacks from this rap
cause i have to pay bills,
bills
bills
bills
quarantine mode till i’m gone
swear to god i’m too ill
ill
ill
ill
so really n*gga tell me what’s the deal ‘fore a n*gga*

n*gga’s wonder why i’m charging for a verse
it’s cause living ain’t cheap, n*gga i been through the dirt
and your best sh*t still ain’t even better than my worse
why you questioning my worth?
n*gga i’m so hot i died twice, that’s a first f*ck
oh you n*gga’s hurt much?
i been talking to god ain’t even go to church much
grandma told me that what’s stopped me from being special
i was trynna get to heaven
but way closer to the devil cause this rap music
a street n*gga’s influence
you see around the age of nine a n*gga lost his innocence
that’s cold blooded murder & i was next up in line
see tell the truth momma, i really got saved by the rhymes
picked up the paper, a n*gga turned it to paper and shine
they think i’m devilish but i know my god made me divine
f*ck it i could really take these n*gga’s on at a time
or i could hit them all at once i call that b*tch columbine

a mill on my mind, counting benji’s in my sleep
that summertime grind like a sweater in the heat
do a swanton bomb bet these f*cker’s rest in peace
a penny for your thoughts, that’s the remedy for me
$75 a verse but my words was never cheap
i know it sound absurd but i’m searching for cheese
could never be a rat though i’m that dirty, sheesh
could never be a bird, but i’m that early
getting to bags
birkin

- jo saza lyrics

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