Zee Stack - 1 Into 2
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{Verse}
Nothin' to prove
I take the rough with the smooth
My nigga got life
He had nothin' to lose
I got social in the distance
Like that stuff on the news
You ain't never did a dirty
Put no blood on your shoe
Niggas silent in my presence
When I come in the room
Lil' nigga on the bench
And he's clucking to shoot
Still in and out the Benz
Like I'm fuckin' the coupe
Still pull up on my block
I got bud in the boot
Just to show a little presence
And to govern the youth
All these niggas tellin' lies
Then I come with the truth
I've been blowing hella cali
And it's rubbin my (?...)
Allegations and arrests
I told them "come with some proof"
Used to being in my trap
Now I'm stuck in the booth
Still whipping it to crack
Or I'm cutting it loose
And I hit the studio
When there's nothing to do
My nigga ling fresh home
Said he's "loving the views"
{Chorus}
Used to cook it in the kettle
Drinking government juice
Picked him up inside the german
Playing one of my tunes
He just sat and did a 9
And that's one of my goons
And any sort of function
There's a gun in the room
Got my shooter on to anyone
That suddenly moves
And when I'm in the trap
Kitties running my tunes
Probably mixing or I'm stirring
Turning one into two
Or I'm balling with my missus
Either 1 or the 2
{Verse}
Pulling up inside the foreign
50k on my wrist
Shit I'm only 22
But I've been saving my chips
Consistent with my shit
They say "I'm taking the piss"
Forgetting about the days
And I was taking a risk
Either up in Hatton Garden
Or I'm scraping the dish
Gave my nigga 25
Can't relate man it's peak
Said he's always overthinking
About the days he was free
Always told me imma blow
Now I'm just waiting to see
Told him keep your head high
He said "he hates the police"
My nigga bingy came home
To basic in weeks
We ain't taking violations
We just tape up the scene
And shits more than rap
What's my name in the streets?
Still running up this paper
To a major degree
I gotta watch for my mates
Snake hating police
Even though I love my niggas
Shits fake in the streets
Got me blowing all this cali
Just to take me to sleep
{Chorus}
Used to cook it in the kettle
Drinking government juice
Picked him up inside the german
Playing one of my tunes
He just sat and did a 9
And that's one of my goons
And any sort of function
There's a gun in the room
Got my shooter on to anyone
That suddenly moves
And when I'm in the trap
Kitties running my tunes
Probably mixing or I'm stirring
Turning one into two
Or I'm balling with my missus
Either 1 or the 2
{Verse}
Nothin' to prove
I take the rough with the smooth
My nigga got life
He had nothin' to lose
I got social in the distance
Like that stuff on the news
You ain't never did a dirty
Put no blood on your shoe
Niggas silent in my presence
When I come in the room
Lil' nigga on the bench
And he's clucking to shoot
Still in and out the Benz
Like I'm fuckin' the coupe
Still pull up on my block
I got bud in the boot
Just to show a little presence
And to govern the youth
All these niggas tellin' lies
Then I come with the truth
I've been blowing hella cali
And it's rubbin my (?...)
Allegations and arrests
I told them "come with some proof"
Used to being in my trap
Now I'm stuck in the booth
Still whipping it to crack
Or I'm cutting it loose
And I hit the studio
When there's nothing to do
My nigga ling fresh home
Said he's "loving the views"
{Chorus}
Used to cook it in the kettle
Drinking government juice
Picked him up inside the german
Playing one of my tunes
He just sat and did a 9
And that's one of my goons
And any sort of function
There's a gun in the room
Got my shooter on to anyone
That suddenly moves
And when I'm in the trap
Kitties running my tunes
Probably mixing or I'm stirring
Turning one into two
Or I'm balling with my missus
Either 1 or the 2
{Verse}
Pulling up inside the foreign
50k on my wrist
Shit I'm only 22
But I've been saving my chips
Consistent with my shit
They say "I'm taking the piss"
Forgetting about the days
And I was taking a risk
Either up in Hatton Garden
Or I'm scraping the dish
Gave my nigga 25
Can't relate man it's peak
Said he's always overthinking
About the days he was free
Always told me imma blow
Now I'm just waiting to see
Told him keep your head high
He said "he hates the police"
My nigga bingy came home
To basic in weeks
We ain't taking violations
We just tape up the scene
And shits more than rap
What's my name in the streets?
Still running up this paper
To a major degree
I gotta watch for my mates
Snake hating police
Even though I love my niggas
Shits fake in the streets
Got me blowing all this cali
Just to take me to sleep
{Chorus}
Used to cook it in the kettle
Drinking government juice
Picked him up inside the german
Playing one of my tunes
He just sat and did a 9
And that's one of my goons
And any sort of function
There's a gun in the room
Got my shooter on to anyone
That suddenly moves
And when I'm in the trap
Kitties running my tunes
Probably mixing or I'm stirring
Turning one into two
Or I'm balling with my missus
Either 1 or the 2
