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Now I was dreaming about a deal at the age of 13I was fein'n for the meals, I aint talking Burger KingSome of my niggas in the Ville all they did was serve feinsFuck scales, I had skills all day rehearsingThem pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirtingAll the wanted was some waves, like they fucking surfingHold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your thingI was like a young Simba couldn't wait to be the kingNow Nigga it's the prince, hopped over the fence where the grass way greenerLook at shortys ass way meanerSomething like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her?She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to AdinaMy money like a senior watch it graduateNow its time to eat I'm letting all my niggas grab a plateGravitate to real shit, stay away from phoniesThese niggas heard about me now they acting like they know meKeep on saying..Where you going nIgga? - Shit, there ain't no tellingAy, where you going nigga? - Ay, there ain't no tellingThey keep on saying where you going nigga?-There ain't no tellingCan't tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stopGoodbye to the bottom, hello to the topSongtextePardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendaryMan, greedy niggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteriaCuz they aint believe, suddenly they PresbyterianThe hoes is librarians, they looking me upShe got a jones like Marion, she licking me upThen we cut, look how she say my nameI got her moaning J. cole, they used to say JermaineI never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deepI was low, just a dolla and some hope fixed meCuz I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worserLord, please let my problems disappear like Ron MercierI'm a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, with them curves like cursiveThey open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radioSame bitches used to play me thoughNow they yelling..Where you going nIgga? - Shit, there ain't no tellingAy, where you going nigga? - Ay, there ain't no tellingThey keep on saying where you going nigga?-There ain't no tellingCan't tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stopGoodbye to the bottom, hello to the topI left the city for a minute but it's still on my backTold my niggas, ?Ay Im finna' put the Ville on the map" - I'll be backAnd I'm coming with a deal and a plaqueCuz I'm ill bitch, they couldn't make a pill for the rapPouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em backCame home shit is real niggas still in the trapHold up now don't get it twisted if you slang do your thangMe I'm like a young Simba I cant wait to be the kingWitness the dreamStraight out that Carolina water I was brought upIn the city where the skinny niggas trynna be the ballasAin't no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughtersSneaking in her crib but her momma never caught usWhat they taught us men them bad bitches only want the ballasThe starters, we hoopin now the hoes wanna guard usOkay, so play D - know what I mean?And I put you on the teamMen this life is but a dreamAnd I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause I'm a fucking rap starWhere you going nIgga? - Shit, there ain't no tellingThey say this life is but a dream, And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pauseI'm a fucking rap starwhere you going nigga? - Ay, there ain't no telling Aus Songtexte Mania