Stash

In the stash I got bands Get these racks In my hands Multiplied I tell my mans We gon fly To foreign lands In the stash I got bands Get these racks In my hands Multiplied I tell my mans We gon fly To foreign lands Ay ay Living this life ain't easy Smoking on big fronteezy Don at 23 you see me Moving freely I got galactic gas No GG All of my weed smell peachy Ay I like her She's conscious She thick, she's freaky Anyone hating wanna be me I made 30 in a day In and out of interstates (Inner states) Focused Money was never the motive This a song for the chosen Run it up run it up Run it up run it up If you know what the fuck is up Run it up run it up Run it up run it up I was not ever a regular And I been blowing these nebulas I get more cash than a register I know these shorties get wet as fuck Seeing us cooking it up in the spot I had the remedy back on the block I'm in her whip and she giving me top Living it up and I'm never gon stop Upping my self I was down on the rise Had to be smart and maneuver through lies All of my failures made me wise Looking inside you could find The stars and skies all aligned It's all designed by divine Realize the signs they're intertwined Yea you can get what's in your mind In the stash I got bands Get these racks In my hands Multiplied I tell my mans We gon fly To foreign lands In the stash I got bands Get these racks In my hands Multiplied I tell my mans We gon fly To foreign lands Ay Back in the days I'd be amazed At how it all played out We made an escape route Yea we getting paid now I had to dip from my city Get litty Run up on these hunnits and fifties I know that my family misses me I just been focused on victory Making these Benjamin's Outside an edifice Link up with shorty And I know she wet again She know the etiquette Flex when I'm getting in And she love when the rhythm repetitive She gon cum the way I'm hitting and stretching it She want tongue deep in her crevices I'm the one I make it look effortless She want fun I start undressing her Ay ay Poppin She's raising the octaves Screaming to God, Buddha and Christ She wanna be my wife Jack I'm the love of her love I knew I'd be living like this Back when I was a jit With a spliff in the crib Ask me how I did it I took a risk and I'm glad that I did Ay I used to feel insane Crazy how feelings change I don't got time to wait On no one to come and save me Grinding on the daily I've been self employed Take a guess on who's been paying me Yea yea yea In the stash I got bands Get these racks In my hands Multiplied I tell my mans We gon fly To foreign lands In the stash I got bands Get these racks In my hands Multiplied I tell my mans We gon fly To foreign lands