Bend we don't break, we not the bank
We all we got, switch whips
We locate way outta state
Bada bing bada bam
It's the pupper master, all the strings in my hand
Peace to my mans, gotta go be with your fam more
For real I feel like the landlord
My niggas came a long from the dickies and dirty Jansports
Jack of all trades was dealing niggas a handful
Bend we don't break, we not the bank
Got memories of your face
The photo still on the mantle
It's real when you seal up letters with wax
Shit changed, not a cheque that we seein' is handsome
Mike Willy shit, we went gorrila, they really gave us the ransom
You silly, we taxed em, bad blood
Doing 'em dashes and and pulling fast ones
Seen your heart sword got torn up in the past ones
Before John, God get the cash right
Hard hung heads might starve in the end
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