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Stack Em Control It 1 by DEMETRIUS

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Stack Em Control It 1 by DEMETRIUS - Hip Hop music cover art

Stack Em Control It 1

Hip Hop

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Lyrics
Description
Yeaaah
Shut Up
Ceal
Bag in the billfold of my past shit, magazine folded
Block Tit's, big moves, yeah the way it's loaded
Imagine Im back when I was cold, I’m still golden
No lack, just stacks, grind heavy, hard swallowin
Streets whisper stories but I'm tuning my vibe
Running through the night got my dreams live
Every step's firm, no fake in my stride
Holding tight to the reins till the moments collide
Stack em
Controlled it, I'm shaking, shackles in
Racking it up, no breaks, no freckles
Tackling out, dragging the saddles
On track to a trill, got my medals
Stack em
Controlled it, I'm shaking, shackles in
Racking it up, no breaks, no freckles
Tackling out, dragging the saddles
On track to a trill, got my medals
Cold sweat mornings, cities hum in my ear
Bills bloom weighty, but my vision stays clear
No silver spoons, just grip like Sarah
Till my trials goes, let the world hear
Clock spins in rhythm with my steady pulse
Pressure builds heights where they still convulse
Keep my nerve calm, never impulse
Minds walk the throne, but I repulse
Stack em
Controlled it, I'm shaking, shackles in
Racking it up, no breaks, no freckles
Tackling out, dragging the saddles
On track to a trill, got my medals
Stack em
Controlled it, I'm shaking, shackles in
Racking it up, no breaks, no freckles
Tackling out, dragging the saddles
On track to a trill, got my medals
Night sings, snares of pavement with my grind
Shadows long, but can't block my mind
Once was dust, now watch me unbind
History's pages, my name a sign
Stack em
Controlled it, I'm shaking, shackles in
Racking it up, no breaks, no freckles
Tackling out, dragging the saddles
On track to a trill, got my medals
Stack em
Controlled it, I'm shaking, shackles in
Racking it up, no breaks, no freckles
Tackling out, dragging the saddles
On track to a trill, got my medals
Build false stuff
Futures ain't bold
Steps lead to silver
Story's sold
Still golden
The grind remote
The grind remote