JTĆ Mariø - Gains & Losses

(Chorus)
I been stacking up my money while I’m losing all my sense
Niggas barely hear from me ‘cause I don’t like the mix
Never really understood why opps talk all that shit
I pull up to functions like “Where the fuck did they went?”
They go missing faster than a Roku remote
It’s almost Halloween, we turn opps into ghosts
Bitch, quit runnin’ , all that motherfucking thugging
Get to bustin’, quick to up it, no discussion
We gone ride out

(Verse 1)
And we get to spinning blocks just like Tornados
I gained some losses , loss some gains but shit gone be okay though
And you can find me with thе loaded heat
Don’t quote mе, I’m just doing me
They take my words like poetry
Accept me like a trophy
I’m moving lowkey so they don’t notice me
And even though it’s getting cold, you know I’m posted with the heat
Dirty nigga from the swamps, you know I’m coming from the creek
Niggas try to walk my path but they ain’t worth what’s on my feet

(Chorus)
I been stacking up my money while I’m losing all my sense
Niggas barely hear from me ‘cause I don’t like the mix
Never really understood why opps talk all that shit
I pull up to functions like “Where the fuck did they went?”
They go missing faster than a Roku remote
It’s almost Halloween, we turn opps into ghosts
Bitch, quit runnin’ , all that motherfucking thugging
Get to bustin’, quick to up it, no discussion
We gone ride out

(Verse 2)
First rapper to blow without doing a show
It’s really my time , I can’t waste on the hoes
Don’t need security, I’m in my city
Strapped like Militia, we looking for smoke
Pour up a deuce or we pour up the 4
I’m with bros, It’s Eagle Nation
We stepping all over the globe
Just wanna cop me a Patek
She got more baggage than family trips
I’m not irrelevant, I know my elements
Living too arrogant, come learn the regimen
Talking bout beef, we turn opps into skeletons
Then I’ma go feed the pitbulls the bones
Russian Cream Backwoods, I stay in my zone
I’m on a island, don’t hit up my phone
(Please don’t hit up my phone)

(Chorus)
I been stacking up my money while I’m losing all my sense
Niggas barely hear from me ‘cause I don’t like the mix
Never really understood why opps talk all that shit
I pull up to functions like “Where the fuck did they went?”
They go missing faster than a Roku remote
It’s almost Halloween, we turn opps into ghosts
Bitch, quit runnin’ , all that motherfucking thugging
Get to bustin’, quick to up it, no discussion
We gone ride out