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HoodRich Pablo Juan - Consistent lyrics

Artist: HoodRich Pablo Juan

album: Hood Champ


Yo eat it up, champ
Eat it up
Baguettes on my wrist clip like a fish stick
I ain't smelling it fire that shit up like a incense
The Plug love me 'cause I'm staying consistent
I was trapping, stacking like my time was ticking
I was taught to get up and grind and get it
Keep the dead guys on me while I'm living
50 racks in the GoYard, I spend it
I represent it I just iced out the pendant
You can try it but I wouldn't recommend it
Yea OG in the trap I'm descendant
Huh I seen him, that nigga was timid
You ain't sold dope nigga that's just a imagine
Paid in full, I gotta make me a jugg
Poverty, turned a nigga to the plug
Partments, we ain't have no fucking rug
Bang on the opps like the boys n da hood
I was just trapping all day with the bud
Ride with my niggas, bitch I ain't no scrub
I ain't no beggar ain't ask for no handout
I got it out the mud nigga get it in blood
Baguettes on my wrist clip like a fish stick
I ain't smelling it, fire that shit up like a incense
The Plug love me 'cause I'm staying consistent
I was trapping, stacking like my time was ticking
I was taught to get up and grind and get it
Keep the dead guys on me while I'm living
50 racks in the GoYard, I spend it
I represent it, I just iced out the pendant
Every nigga they know me they know me for hustling
Fuck all that rap, you don't know me, I'm cluthing
Bottom of the hill that shit just like a dungeon
Fuck going to school, I can't even eat lunches
Ha, nigga I'm high, got the munchies
Work out the pack in the trap like it's crunches
Can't serve my pot, now mama got a conscious
You think I care? I got too many junkies
Walking outside it just like jumanji
I don't fuck with these niggas, they fake
Niggas ain't real don't keep it 100
100 rounds sitting on that drake
Baguettes on my wrist clip like a fish stick
I ain't smelling it, fire that shit up like a incense
The Plug love me 'cause I'm staying consistent
I was trapping, stacking like my time was ticking
I was taught to get up and grind and get it
Keep the dead guys on me while I'm living
50 racks in the GoYard, I spend it
I represent it, I just iced out the pendant

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