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[00:00.290]Stacking Bread - Judeo
[00:02.600]Money tall towers, empire in my palm
[00:23.268]Build it brick by brick, now it's calm in the storm
[00:25.668]Diamonds dance on my wrist, chandelier on my arm
[00:28.378]Hard cold, but the chain keep the neck feeling warm
[00:31.368]Came from the dirt, now the floors all marble
[00:34.078]Wish for and born engines growl, they snarl
[00:36.708]Dreams so big they made the world feel small
[00:39.378]On my throne, watching all the pawns crawl
[00:41.968]Money tall towers, reach to the sky
[00:45.238]Stacks on stacks make the angels cry
[00:47.648]From the ground to the clouds, we rise
[00:50.608]Money tall towers, we never die
[00:55.438]Loyalty's thin, but the paper's thick
[00:58.058]Counting blue faces while the clock goes tick
[01:00.728]Enemies plotting, but they never stick
[01:02.958]Got a squad tight knit like a magic trick
[01:05.968]Rolls Royce glide, no sound on the street
[01:08.578]Champagne popping, toast to the heat
[01:11.058]Success on repeat like a drum line beat
[01:13.768]They try to knock me down, but I'm still on my feet
[01:18.588]Tall towers, cast shadows on the weak
[01:21.968]Echoes of my hustle every time I speak
[01:38.658]From the valleys to the peaks, my legacy reeks
[01:49.328]Money tall, I let it preach
文本歌词
Stacking Bread - Judeo
Money tall towers, empire in my palm
Build it brick by brick, now it's calm in the storm
Diamonds dance on my wrist, chandelier on my arm
Hard cold, but the chain keep the neck feeling warm
Came from the dirt, now the floors all marble
Wish for and born engines growl, they snarl
Dreams so big they made the world feel small
On my throne, watching all the pawns crawl
Money tall towers, reach to the sky
Stacks on stacks make the angels cry
From the ground to the clouds, we rise
Money tall towers, we never die
Loyalty's thin, but the paper's thick
Counting blue faces while the clock goes tick
Enemies plotting, but they never stick
Got a squad tight knit like a magic trick
Rolls Royce glide, no sound on the street
Champagne popping, toast to the heat
Success on repeat like a drum line beat
They try to knock me down, but I'm still on my feet
Tall towers, cast shadows on the weak
Echoes of my hustle every time I speak
From the valleys to the peaks, my legacy reeks
Money tall, I let it preach