BE$Gang - Cutbacks lyrics

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BE$Gang - Cutbacks lyrics

Instrumental produced by BE$Gang; Additional production & recording by RÆ [Hook] Time to touch back, with myself, & my wealth Beneficial 'Cutbacks', for my superficial health As a sacrificial help, for my unofficial self Organized, over lies, from an artificial shelf [Verse] Eyes dry, wide, so a n***a caught the red eyes No disguise, cooking fresh pies, so that d**h dies, when I sigh. n***a stand-by Talking by, bet I'm booking next tries Talking die, small-time like nano Singing in soprano pitch, beat piano sh** If I'm talking ammo b**h.. I'm talking bar size! Drive by, b**h I'm bumping 'Hard Tithes', for the whole ride, never lie, muziq homicide Track k**s like a Nice Guy And I gotta Black-Chill like a spiced chi Rhymes filter-5 like a Type Y When I write high (HEH) I'm a pretty hype guy, when I'm smokey eye fried (Like a white guy) White fried like a ghost-ting. (POW) Catch a body like a close-ting Peckers poppin' molly, like an Ollie, in the lobby Prolly, ‘for she hopped the trolley (WHAT?) f** that, let a n***a talk scrap Thought they caught'me slippin, listen b**h we bouta bust back Hit'em with a diss-track, it's a wrap, that's a fact People act fake, on a last day, as a lacked trait of “Pack Faith” Æ, tryna make a way, anyway to stay (Mack RÆ, off-stage. Overlap, when I rap) Fast pay we collect, bangin' tracks outta debt Makin' something of the city but I need a sec Yet, bare sweat n***as wasting time tryna earn a cheque Gambling their minds, I don't wanna bet Still shine; bet I'll hit a net Bare tech, but it's what I get As a R.O.I I'm a major guy, 5-alive Posted where danger lies Coasting on another try, not another by Got goons with the cookies & the rocks Like the girl scouts playing hopscotch, up the block, nonstop Prolly penetrate a heavyweight, to storm off To a lady-late p**n off Blow jobs, knock ya mu'ha f**in' corn off, no cob Victims looking like they gotta mu'ha f**in' nose job New year; old n***as owe me money Strike true fear; bold n***as get bunny-ed What the f**'so funny, 4 owe me 3hunny I'll dial my dunnys, they'll come when it's sunny Like like run me my money.. (ni**a)

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