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Lloyd banks Under dog is cool, I'm used to being overlooked Look at me now I'm filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush Look bitch I'm ballin, ballin' Chasin' K's like Reggie Bush My haters hatin' don't know how inside the Bentley look Five in the mornin' recording You think I slept all day But I really ain't slept at all I got bills that's due, need cheques today Southside don't play play around If you want me, another black body dumped Duck down when you hear the sound, I got peace but not the kind you want N-gga R.I.P, march through the club with no I.D Make sure they put the pretty b-tches round me Tables of Bub' and it's all on me Hoes show love in the V.I.P Think about bread when you think about P What I done did and how I OD Check a muthaf-cking thing here free Touch nothing you see I ex'ing off the hoes quick as they come Drinking heavy rollin' up like I got an extra lung Singing Bentley, sippin' harley pardon what I've become Leakin' bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum SongtexteThese n-ggas never did sh-t for me when I was starvin' son Just me against them, you remember that Thought you'd be glad but you parting along when I'm ending at I don't see no kind of friend in that F-ck em all go spend a stack Yapping like a bitch don't get more friend than that This that no pretending rap Y'all know how my engine at Nine in front two ten's in back Running with that stack in his back One in yo ad I know I'm watched by an angel Still feel her hugs and her kisses On the phone with my grandma Don't give a f-ck bout these bitches Don't give a f-ck bout their trophy's Or anything that they might owe me I do this for you (you, you) The only ones that really know me Only ones that ain't disown me I remember everything they said Said I was dead, deaded all that Sledgehammer right on your head Live for the now, su woo to gone Sucka n-gga's left red No time for waiting rather get mine instead I gettin' money on a dime Girl it's my time Go get that Love sh-t out your mind You living blind Can't go for that will fall behind I'm on the grind I'm hittin 'em two at a time Why would I decline See you at the finish line Line, line,line,line,line,line See you at the finish line Line, line,line,line,line,line See you at the finish line Line, line,line,line,line,line See you at the finish line Line, line,line,line,line,line Aus Songtexte Mania