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smoke - shaker the baker lyrics

[verse]
i don’t dip it out straight away when i whip crack
leftover oil in the pot like chip fat
been in the trap so long i’m sick akh
sometimes uptown, away from the riffraff
if i ain’t the best asian rapper tell me who is that
pak*man or frenzo, i can accept that
i remember getting nicked, lost about ten racks
it’s not about the loss, nah it’s all about the get*back
my bae’s still on me from the past
every day getting longer than the last
waiting for ramadan akh, i feel stronger when i fast
baker, i spent the whole summer on the graft
middle of the lockdown, running from thе narcs
bait face rapper, i don’t wanna wear a mask
brеaking down dog, still a one*er for a half
and my pyrex looking like bubbles in a bath
i might look happy but there’s trouble in my heart
b*tches telling lies, didn’t love me from the start
way before the gunshots, way before the trap spots
i remember playing with my brother in the park
it would’ve never happened if the trouble never start
winter time, watching money double in the dark
i didn’t want the throne, being in this game
it tore my family apart like the motherf*cking starks
and we made the strip hotter than jerk sauce
running up this money with a two man workforce
no squares in my circle
when it’s drought time, no squares in my circle
ready, set, go for the bird call
running through the streets and i’m clearing my hurdles
box full of powder, persil
them man sitting on the bench like ozil
us man all up on the field like aubameyang, front flips
still front bricks, manaman does this
my white boys buss hammers and bun sh*t
all my gypsies from the caravans swung fists
i know malis’, akhis that spun bricks
all my asians, they’ll make your blood drip
but it’s black yutes mainly i run with
cause all of us coming off of one strip
i’ve got some sh*t that i can’t chat about
i can’t rap about cause i’ve been trapping out
i pull up and i might knock a paki out
i know fighters from manny, not pacquiao
true, i made it cool to be paki now
we ain’t taking no chat, we can have it out
get up on the grind, knock a package out
get a new stash house then i back it out
i was gonna stop then i had to get with it
2am frassed when i wrote this lyric
if i slept then i wouldn’t be the man
real talk g, i only do it for the fans
certain bruddas see me sipping yak and they talk
fair enough, i ain’t touched any pork
i ain’t perfect, that’s what i thought
half of them man wanna snort
me, i don’t react to the talk
i just deal with the facts when i walk
and i don’t clash rappers that are dorks
me, i only battle with my thoughts
all the keyboard warriors, d*ckheads
you believe anything, you’ve been misled
all the nights that i slept on a sh*t bed
i just spent two racks on my chick’s bed
all them nights that i slept on the floor stressed
every morning i woke with a sore neck
fake friends, they’ll leak like a faucet
that’s why i’ll do anything for a jet
i don’t mind getting paid on the forex
but we’re still in the trap house more or less
somehow we just keep hustling
i keep praying cause people keep suffering

- shaker the baker lyrics

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