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lirik lagu smoke sessions – shaker the baker

[verse]
i don’t dip it out straight away when i whip crack
left over oil in the pot like chip fat
been in the trap so long, i’m sick akh
sometimes uptown, away from the riffraff
if i ain’t the best asian rapper, tell me who is that?
pak*man or frenzo, i can accept that
i remember getting nicked, lost about ten racks
it’s not about the loss, nah it’s all bout the get*back
my bae still on me from the past
every day getting longer than the last
waiting for ramadan akh, i feel stronger when i fast
baker, i spent the whole summer on the graft
middle of the lockdown, running from the narcs
bait face rapper, i don’t wanna wear a mask
breaking down dog, still a one*er for a half
and my pyrex looking like bubbles in a bath
might look happy but there’s trouble in my heart
b*tches telling lies, didn’t love me from the start
way before the gunshots, way before the trap spots
i remember playing with my brother in the park
wouldn’t ever happened if the trouble never sparked
wintertime, watching money double in the dark
didn’t want a throne, being in this game
tore my family apart like the motherf*cking starks
and we made this strip hotter than jerk sauce
running up this money with a two*man workforce
no squares in my circle
when it’s drought time, no squares in my circle
already set a goal for the bird call
running through these streets and i’m clearing my hurdles
box full of powder, persil
them man sitting on the bench like ozil
us man all up on the field like aubameyang, front flips
still front bricks, manaman does this
my white boy buss hammers and bun sh*t
all my gypsies from the caravan swung fists
i know mali’s, akhis that spun bricks
all my asians, they’ll make your blood drip
but black yutes mainly i run with
cause all of us coming off of one strip
i got some sh*t that i can’t chat about
i can’t rap about cause i been trapping out
i pull up and i might knock a paki out
i know fighters from manny, not pacquiao
true, i made it cool to be paki now
we ain’t taking no chat, we can have it out
get up on the grind, knock a package out
get a new stash house then i pack it out
i was gonna stop then i had to get with it
2am frassed when i wrote these lyrics
if i slept then i wouldn’t be the man
real talk g, i only do it for the fam
certain bruddas see me sipping yak and they talk
fair enough, i ain’t touched any pork
are you perfect? that’s what i thought
half of them man wanna snort
me, i don’t react to the talk
i just deal with the facts when i walk
i don’t clash rappers that are dorks
me, i only battle with my thoughts
all the keyboard warriors d*ckheads
you believe anything, you’ve been misled
all the nights that i slept on a sh*t bed
i just spent two racks on my chick’s bed
all the nights that i slept on the floor stressed
every morning i woke with a sore neck
fake friends, they’ll leak like a faucet
that’s why i’ll do anything for jet
i know man getting paid on the forex
but we still in the trap house more or less
somehow we just keep hustling
i keep praying cause people keep suffering

- shaker the baker

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