We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets
This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,
But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that
This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit
And dip the mashed potato covered
Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred
They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets
My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,
And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep
I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy
Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips
I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks
Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold
Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold
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