YCM-OLSEONE - Stack

Chasing that money like I’m tryna make a stack
Only movin’ forward I’m never looking baCC
Fire coming in when I’m making a track
If you get in my way I’m Finna smoke a pack

Everybody out here tryna ruin my day
Better Step aside don’t get in my way
I’ll do anything to try and make pay
Keep your mouth shut you don’t get a say

Always feel at home when I step in the booth
I’m hanging like someone attached to a noose
Lisp from the grillz like I’m missing a tooth
Homies are tight yeah they never loose

I Look outside it’s starting to rain
Broken arm you can’t handle my pain
What you lack Im starting to gain
Your life cut short like a sеvered vein

Imma chasе you down the street
Your corpse I’m Finna beat
Demon like it’s trick or treat
I’m always packing I got that heat

While I drink a cup of tea
I’ll Cut you up take you out to sea
Another opp gone because of me
I miss my gang set them free
Always been driven in luxury cars
Maybe it’s coz I aim for the stars
I’m out of this world I touched down on mars
I never cap when I’m writing these bars

My Vision is something you can’t see
So why do you think you can come judge me
I’ll say it again just set my gang free
I miss my homies I know they miss me

I always come back ready for war
I can’t get enough i always want more
Just hope I don’t have to settle a score
I’ll take you for everything and leave you poor

I’ll always be out holding a Glock
Just in case you come into my block
Never know who I’m finna drop
When you hit Virginia it’s best you stop