
S.I.L Jake Adams & Robin Da Plug (Ft. Caskey)
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[Chorus: Jake Adams]
Raised without a pops so I grew up 'round the plug, and
He was raisin' Glocks, slangin' pot across the block
Blazin' dutchies, sippin' scotch, spent three hunnid on a Cuban
And five hunnid on a watch, but it can't outmatch the shit I lost
Raised without a pops so I grew up 'round the plug, and
He was raisin' Glocks, slangin' pot across the block
Blazin' dutchies, sippin' scotch, spent three hunnid on a Cuban
And five hunnid on a watch, but it can't outmatch the shit I lost
[Verse 1: Jake Adams]
Can't count the times that I fronted a pack
And I didn't get back what I wanted to
Lost few times, been stabbed in the back
But I bounced right back, I don't fuck with you
I was in the trap with the plug, makin' plays everyday
Tryna make some money moves
Flippin' bags of the gas to the stacks of the cash
But this shit don't last, so don't assume
That you went and made it when yo' pockets gettin' bigger
Tryna numb my pain with a bottle of some liquor
Suffocate my lungs with a hunnid thousand blunts
I've been thinkin', I've been failin' for the past couple of months
[Chorus: Jake Adams]
Yuh, raised without a pops so I grew up 'round the plug, and
He was raisin' Glocks, slangin' pot across the block
Blazin' dutchies, sippin' scotch, spent three hunnid on a Cuban
And five hunnid on a watch, but it can't outmatch the shit I lost
Raised without a pops so I grew up 'round the plug, and
He was raisin' Glocks, slangin' pot across the block
Blazin' dutchies, sippin' scotch, spent three hunnid on a Cuban
And five hunnid on a watch, but it can't outmatch the shit I lost
Raised without a pops so I grew up 'round the plug, and
He was raisin' Glocks, slangin' pot across the block
Blazin' dutchies, sippin' scotch, spent three hunnid on a Cuban
And five hunnid on a watch, but it can't outmatch the shit I lost
Raised without a pops so I grew up 'round the plug, and
He was raisin' Glocks, slangin' pot across the block
Blazin' dutchies, sippin' scotch, spent three hunnid on a Cuban
And five hunnid on a watch, but it can't outmatch the shit I lost
[Verse 1: Jake Adams]
Can't count the times that I fronted a pack
And I didn't get back what I wanted to
Lost few times, been stabbed in the back
But I bounced right back, I don't fuck with you
I was in the trap with the plug, makin' plays everyday
Tryna make some money moves
Flippin' bags of the gas to the stacks of the cash
But this shit don't last, so don't assume
That you went and made it when yo' pockets gettin' bigger
Tryna numb my pain with a bottle of some liquor
Suffocate my lungs with a hunnid thousand blunts
I've been thinkin', I've been failin' for the past couple of months
[Chorus: Jake Adams]
Yuh, raised without a pops so I grew up 'round the plug, and
He was raisin' Glocks, slangin' pot across the block
Blazin' dutchies, sippin' scotch, spent three hunnid on a Cuban
And five hunnid on a watch, but it can't outmatch the shit I lost
Raised without a pops so I grew up 'round the plug, and
He was raisin' Glocks, slangin' pot across the block
Blazin' dutchies, sippin' scotch, spent three hunnid on a Cuban
And five hunnid on a watch, but it can't outmatch the shit I lost
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