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Big Stak, Big Stak oooohhh! Looked at her sideways like, "Bitch, you so silly" I was trappin in Kansas, sellin packs to hillbillies No rapping, no acting--just roaches from phillies Five dollar lines, if you been there you feel me Heard it all before, I reply like, "Oh, really?" Yeah I been trilly, instead of drip I bought semis Me and Day Lux in the Cabela's off 70 Legends, man I'm trying to get like ten them Need em out of state where I send em Out of place but I blend in Inner strength like a tendon Yeah it ain't a race but I'm winning See it in my face cuz I'm grinning Outer space, yeah I'm chilling Mostly weed now but snorted raw as children Thought we knew it all and it all but killed him Now I'ma put it all in what I'm skilled in Thought it was a fall but we were really just building I'm more classic than cash stuffed in a mattress Twenty fifties, fifty twenties that's how I stack it's Rack by rack, I'm back like ribs that's babyback More juice than the bib that a baby has Like laser tag I'm lit, I hit like sixteen zips Ten toes with this prose, they wanna know what I meant Well it's open for interpretation, I always work on vacation Like a doctor with his patients, I'm in a yurt just pacing Y'all inert, I'm carbon-based, organic to taste Fools will wanna reduce, reuse and recycle my waste You can have em, I'm up and at em with abandon And fam if you want it that bad just grab em Ain't played a game with no one since N64 Madden By the door at the store, man, hand on my cannon Ran with the plan, if they fall back we man to man em Can't stand him, try to manhandle and his head I'ma hand him Like, "Bitch, you so friendly" I'm a West Oakland staple like the geese at DeFremery Like, "Bitch, you so dumb" I was back in the A tradin packs for Like, "Bitch, you so slow" Been gettin money this whole time and didn't nobody know "Bitch, you wild" Been this since a child, you can check my file