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Stackin' paper, pockets full of green,

Leeches lurkin', tryna get a piece of me.

Hit me up for cash, never ask how I feel,

Suckin' life outta me, don't care if I'm real.

I'm a leader, not a bank, don't get it twisted,

You see the money, but my soul, you missed it.

Leeches on my back, always tryna take,

Cuttin' ties, no more give and take.

See the shine, but not the grind,

Hands out, never checkin' on my mind.

More than money, a king in my own right,

They see gold, not the battles I fight.

I'm a leader, not a bank, don't get it twisted,

You see the money, but my soul, you missed it.

Leeches on my back, always tryna take,

Cuttin' ties, no more give and take.

Movin' on, leavin' fakes behind,

Surroundin' myself with those who see my mind.

No more leeches, no more fake friends,

Just real ones who ride till the end.

I'm a leader, not a bank, don't get it twisted,

You see the money, but my soul, you missed it.

Leeches on my back, always tryna take,

Cuttin' ties, no more give and take.