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Stack It Up Lyrics by Bishop Snow

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[Adlibs] [?]

[Hook]
Keep ballin' (Fuck it up)
Work hard (Fuck it up)
Spend cash (Not enough)
Make bread (Stack it up)
Get dough (Add it up)
Hard times (Not enough)
Niggas hate (Mad at what)
Live good (Light 'em up)

[Verse 1]
Had to change from a villainous lifestyle
A [?] how I became a survivor, I was a bright child
Who had goals and dreams of playing sports
Never thought I would 'bang and chase [?]
Growing up a fatherless kid, I fell victim
To not have [?], and I knew I'd never miss him
Surrounded by niggas who only knew the system
They thaught me there was more to this life, I gained wisdom
Day and night, I put in work, I can't stop it
Living in a [?] with my sister, I made profits
Fucking [?] hoes, 'cause they knew my reputation
Had 'em drive me around so I could make some demonstrations
I knew to hop out a whip, no hesitation
Mix it in with liquor, I had the right equation
All the effort, I put into the streets
Put it back into my work, 'cause I seen the deceit

[Hook]
Keep ballin' (Fuck it up)
Work hard (Fuck it up)
Spend cash (Not enough)
Make bread (Stack it up)
Get dough (Add it up)
Hard times (Not enough)
Niggas hate (Mad at what)
Live good (Light 'em up)

[Verse 2]
I gained knowledge from the lessons I learned
Watch them niggas die broke, but that ain't my concern
Now I have an opportunity to lead by example
Living one day at a time, situations I handle
With my mind outta motion, 'cause when I react
The DA standing waiting, 'cause they want me to [?]
Bringing me back to take the paper I stacked
Just to put me in a cell, and now I'm facin' the facts
That a nigga ain't meant to see 30, it's cold
That I learned about the game when I was 12 years old
Always wanted respect, so I let it reflect
On ma decisions, [?] missin' out ? breakin' [?] neck
'cause I'm down to protect, somethin' more than a rep
Work ethic is pathetic, how they wanted me wet
Now the thing I regret, 'til my future is set
To be the greatest, I ain't made it, to myself I'm in debt

[Hook]
Keep ballin' (Fuck it up)
Work hard (Fuck it up)
Spend cash (Not enough)
Make bread (Stack it up)
Get dough (Add it up)
Hard times (Not enough)
Niggas hate (Mad at what)
Live good (Light 'em up)

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