Blacc Zacc — How It Happen
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[Intro]
This shit all came from trappin’
They ask me how it feel
I got rich without a record deal
[Chorus]
Ayy, they ask me how it feel
I got rich without a record deal
These pussies wonder how it happen
I got this shit off of trappin’
They ask me how it feel
I got rich without a record deal
These pussies wonder how it happen
I got this shit off of trappin’
[Verse 1]
Remember in the kitchen wrappin’
Fuck a booth, I was wrappin’ up the packages
Sandwich bags and some vacuum seals
A hundred P’s in this bitch, look like a factory
I remember how I made it nigga
Fuck that hating, I was too dedicated nigga
I told my mama that we made it
Took a picture of her and told ’em we gravy, baby
All that flexin’ gon’ get you killed nigga
Loyalty then royalty, that’s how I’m built nigga
They ask me why I’m stiff with ’em
’cause I done helped niggas come up then watched ’em flip nigga
[Chorus]
For real nigga, they ask me how it feel
I got rich without a record deal
These pussies wonder how it happen
I got this shit off of trappin’
They ask me how it feel
I got rich without a record deal
These pussies wonder how it happen
I got this shit off of trappin’
[Verse 2]
Remember sittin’ in that cell with lil Sonny
Remember seventy cash of drug money
I could’ve sworn the feds was comin’
Think like a lion in these streets, it’s a jungle
I heard some old niggas hatin’ on me
They want some handouts, but fuck that, tell ’em keep waitin’ on it
I pray nobody writing statements on me
They taking niggas from they family, what you want homie?
Patek Phillipe got ’em confused now (VVS)
Tell the police leave me ‘lone, rap what I do now
Had to slow down, I used to move wild
Feel like I owe mama the world, I was a rude child
[Chorus]
Ayy, they ask me how it feel
I got rich without a record deal
These pussies wonder how it happen
I got this shit off of trappin’
They ask me how it feel
I got rich without a record deal
These pussies wonder how it happen
I got this shit off of trappin’