Lyrics of Stacks by Christian Rich
I don′t need a stylist
I'm only wearin′ black
And my homies are wylin'
We all love Taylor Swift
I'm eatin′ with pilots, they callin′ me the chef
I'm saucin′ it up
No directions, we made it from scratch
"Fear God" tee on
Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo
They callin' me ugly
I′ma still marry a ten though
And I'm killin′ the friendzone
I'ma kneel in the endzone
And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window
Anti-political, only makin′ songs that I like
This is anti-radio
No placements, won′t make it to top five
And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines
And I shoulda died
Like, I don′t know, but it feels like I got nine lives
I came in this with, like, four friends
Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
I stayed in this and gave no cares
Now I'm moonwalkin′ on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y′all late
That's okay
Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
To point the finger at the bad guy
At four years old I been a rabbi
Let me show you how to do this
I just need a pencil and a pad
Guy, follow me now
Couple record companies tryna call on me now
Tell ′em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style
It came from God
Man, I got my game from God
Ain′t a dollar that can move me from the reign of God
I'm in this buildin′ hollerin' West!
Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain′t yellin' at y′all
I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all
Evidently heaven sent me excellence y′all
I just wanna be a legend
I just wanna speak to the people
I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds
Love God, live life
Do it all legal, it′s easy
Don't ask me a question
If you don′t wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
I got no time for the drama
I got no time for the politics
I do not care about names
They don′t mean nothin' to me
I didn′t get in the game to make friends
And kiss up to people that don't even like me
You know what I mean!
I don't expect everybody to like what I′m doin′ out here
But I am the one that's gon′ look in the mirror at the end of the day
You don't want my career
I got some people that write me like, "I wish you′d die like your momma did"
These are the comments that I gotta problem with
You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo!
My fans would eat you alive
Trolls, get off of my page
My bars fly over they heads
I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane
You won′t see me in a chain
I basically wear the same shirt everyday
Get a hole in it, go the store and I buy it again
You already know who it is, for real
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