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pump - sam r i lyrics

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[verse 1]

street level tryna work my way up with the itchy fingers
palms itchin “in da club” like we around where 50 lingers
there’s money to be made i’m not no made man
best laid plans i visualize behind these raybans

we ain’t talkin make*up still i’m seein a powdered face
on every other corner these dummies think i don’t calculate
bus stop days i’d stash trees in my starter cap
slippin in a crackhouse, still i never could fall in traps

they actin solid they frontin like they could not break
as soon as they interrogated they singin like rod wave
my boy worth the pennys, yeah i’ll pay that whole bail
he triples up the work & then hit the street for the wholesale

razor in my jaw till the deal through
if he try me then his forehead some sh*t i put the steel through
i don’t work for reebok thought i did cause i got pumps
i’ll turn his face sawdust, all debates gon’ be off bruh

[verse 2]

cousin was facin forclose, now he inside award shows
a couple cliques like morse code in 1 of 1 wardrobe
feds tried scare tactics for my care package
took apart my crib then poked a hole inside my air matress
i wasn’t masked up, like i would save face?
forced me to vacate via wavin a tre 8
straight faced, built different, homie this my base state
dropped the work off like it’s kids to a playdate

bars over windows shattered with blood on it
to the 12 poppin kids over nothin my jaw droppin
starin at the curb feel numb from a skull bouncin off
death between an alleyway scene and a marble countertop

they do ya dirty then believe ya story seldom
they want us dead, cory haim or gone cory feldman
so watch me level up, and ask why i ain’t around more
i stopped shrinking to fit in places i’ve outgrown

- sam r i lyrics

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