Pose

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[Hook] All I wanna do is get checks, pose Heart froze ice cold like the south pole See so many fakes that I turn cold Really been thinking 'bout selling my soul [Verse 1] Now I got guap but I always been a [?] I ain't signed yet, need at least a million [?] Every check hot, nigga that's my superpower I been working day and night, putting in them hours Dirty verse, dirt beat, think I need a shower I can make a hit in less than an hour Money so long, stack tall as a tower Any beat you throw at me, I'm gon' devour Always in the studio, you can't catch me slacking When I'm in the booth, bitch, that's when I feel happy Girls don't talk back to me, I'm they daddy Girls want a party, you know I'm gon' send a Addy Left, right bitches, pull up in a G-wagon They ain't wanna hang with rappеrs, what's happening? Ey, lil' bitch, what's happening? You bettеr watch what come out your mouth, hundred [?] rounds, I ain't never tap out Got a bright future, I never been in a drought, she didn't want me, but she want me now I'm the same nigga, just switched my style, shawty get wet, so I gotta get a towel One wrong step, [?], last nigga did that ain't never been found [Hook] All I wanna do is get checks, pose Heart froze ice cold like the south pole See so many fakes that I turn cold Really been thinking 'bout selling my soul [Post-Hook] I would do anything to reach my goal Really gotta take heat like the ozone I just wanna make [?], wanna stay low Do it by myself, I don't wanna move slow [Verse 2] [?] drop hits, 'cause I keep the ammo Ten thousand hours, that's really no joke Birth in the north, yeah I [?] from the snow I'm my own boss, I ain't never tip toe Hold my faith, I ain't never let go It's dark outside, still got a shadow Gotta keep up, gotta keep the tempo Never took a L, just smile and pose, yeah [Bridge] Ey, click, pose, yeah Take a pick, pose [Verse 3] Demons are haters, don't want 'em around, I block 'em out when I smoke 'bout a pound Can't hear shit, my kush too loud, I need a bitch [?] [?], duh, duh, duh, duh, I'ma shoot 'em all down [?] sorry new bitch that I ain't got time, hol' up [Hook] All I wanna do is get checks, pose Heart froze ice cold like the south pole See so many fakes that I turn cold Really been thinking 'bout selling my soul
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- J Swey