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letra de stacking and slacking, pt. 2 - g rider

[hook: young g]
slacking then i’m stacking then i’m spending then i’m smoking
riding then i’m gliding and then i’m hustling and hoping
stacking then i’m slacking then i’m spending then i’m smoking
riding then i’m gliding then i’m hustling and hoping
lacking then i’m stacking then i’m spending then i’m smoking
riding then i’m gliding and then i’m hustling and hoping
stacking then i’m slacking then i’m spending then i’m smoking
riding then i’m gliding then i’m hustling and hoping

[verse 1: young g]
mashing back from la, lounging in my blunt
stash away my funk in the trunk
draw some mysteries digitally, you can only catch me physically
impossible to f-ck with mystically
lessons in my blessings, leisure keep me guessing
existing in the land where to live is to be stressing
hard to see god’s full meaning
smashing off to work with my aura gleaming
a hero for the ages confide in these pages
lifetime of of stripe lines through different stages
of growth and existence, young man’s resistance
me on the microphone is like a class of business
practical application, a common theme
s-x, weed, and wealth, sin and dream
diminishing returns, ideas of abstraction
young in my heart, jaded by subtraction
looking at my life, it’s hard to delve deeper
i’m the young man with the weed that’s creeper
taxing to my action, now i’m back in the spot
flipping while i’m ripping, you know i keep it hot
fyre 5, fyre 4 – diaries of my soul
opinions and dominions, fear can take its toll
immature and hyper visions of hustling
mature when i scatter with the shattered winds
hopeful, joy can come and go
defection / rejection in my rolls
riding all high, you know how we do
chilling and i’m k!lling, ripping two
[hook: young g]
slacking then i’m stacking then i’m spending then i’m smoking
riding then i’m gliding then i’m hustling and then i’m hoping
slacking then i’m stacking then i’m spending then i’m smoking
riding then i’m gliding then i’m hustling and hoping

[verse 2: young g, w/ ill ian]
i’ma young freedom fighter choking in my dreams
scheme on the scene, hitting green with my team
it’s time to come up loaded and crazy
smoke a blunt before dreams go back to god all hazy
lazy i could never be again
grappling with the battle of my sin
manic on the hustle, bridges ablaze
tripping, now i’m flipping, keep it hitting to amaze
it’s time to start balling, it just don’t stop
it don’t even matter, narcotics are hip hop
hustle and strive – reason i’m alive
time to hit the grind like that other time
i’m lost, confused, problems freeze and balance
lounging, now i’m clowning with my chalice
riding all high, trying to get by
mashing down your block, feeling high on the fly
secret code to the passwords, inhaling this doja
tired and sunburned, the life of a soldier
my mind assimilated, caught up in the struggle
boredom stays scorching, heeding to the bubble
looking towards love but distractions are infinite
my favorite thing – to push the f-cking limit
mind is the power, feeling less than dead
lying in my bed, taking blunts to the head
moderation / intoxication just don’t mix
chilling to the fragments that i switch
this is young g, 916
keep your motherf-cking blunts lit
[hook: young g]
lacking then i’m stacking then i’m spending then i’m smoking
riding then i’m gliding and then i’m hustling then i’m hoping
slacking then i’m stacking then i’m spending then i’m smoking
riding then i’m gliding and then i’m hustling and i’m hoping

[outro: young g and ill ian]
poor man’s la
916 all day
rolling up the hay
in a mexicalay
ah, i got 18 albums

- g rider

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