bank account (p-mix) - prkr lyrics
starting from the bottom. i don’t give no f-cks, no
y’all might not even listen to it, what i give a f-ck for?
catch me in your city. bet i’m making moves, tho
these days i started acting different, old swag evicted got new clothes
that i rock every day in the sh-t. only joggers and trainers and sh-t. ain’t no rollie, boy this my invicta
but i’m plotting on copping a bridge, tho
sad boy. waking up, fed up like everyday. i gotta get up to get me paid. but i’m working all kinda ways
f-ck a sneaker deal i’d rather bootstrap it, put it on my back and build it all from scratch, n-gg-
this actually might take a bit to get it out the mud
but y’all know that’s the realest
way to the millions in my future
free the bands on my horizon
n-gg-s doing antics for the shine
too many rodmen, and no michaels
i’m honing my craft for the whole game
counting commas with the whole gang
if the feds getting trippie redd with it
bussing heads no colbain
we don’t need the half, want the whole thing
yeah that line so cliche
y’all be swagger jacking, we be swag surfing
hanging ten with our own
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