Verse 1: Everybody give a fuck, how to get a bigger buck N I got to get it, right? Got to get it any means got to pack them G’s So I don’t give up the fight! But to be honest, I’m never runnin’ 4 shit like dis, I got the chronic n phonics and muthafuckin’ steez So when it get to the muthafucin’ cash, never bash my head 4 dis shit its wack. N fuck the world if ya’ll tell me “Everythin’ sawg” Don’t give a fuck I smack u like Tyson Like B.O.B I forgot about price tag Literally I be fuckin’ ya ice up Makin’ dis shit look like won in a dice game. Cause I got em skillz but I got no meal N I got no wheelz to ride Cause I’m da broke muthafucka from Russia but I bust ya mind Wit da shit I got got a lot of hot shit Hit on the block hotter than crack Cause I be killin em innocent muthafuckas when I get Upon the mic now that’s da fuckin’ swag.
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Verse 2: One day I woke up, what got in my mind swag is around me My roof is blown up! Cause all that I feel that it follows behind me Swag on back, swag on my feet, swag on my head n body Swag in my eyes n mind, oh fuck dis shit I’m outy! Ya’ll bustin freestyles I’m bustin freakstyle Cause I be runnin away from dis shit in the passion to get to the place where I get wild, ah! I’m runnin sick miles, nobody could ever get touch mine, ah! I smoke dat duch n I’m ready to launch my shit to get cha, ah! U see me right in the back n shits U’re feelin a panic attack I kno u like swag, I’m not even tryin’ to interact wit Ya shit in practice, gonna get to ya headphones dat is my tactics Dat what chu don’t like ( bang bang ) u still can be on of the getto rednecks Now look what chu need is a pack of green n the golden teeth Don’t stop talkin’ shit but keep don’t know no ABC’s Keep talkin about dat cheese, keep talkin about dat swag, But when it comes to da being real deal muthafuckas never wanted to get hurt so they get back!