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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah...To the next lifeIt's the return to the winners circleThey be on tables like poker chipsDangled in front you buy suitsWho'd assume you'd be a two bit hustler, hasty movesFrom the cradle to the grave might be a short walkReal talk, it's just a matter of inkSo many people in your ear you can't hear yourself thinkYour homies like do that shitYour old head say you need to let somebody redo that shitCall up a lawyer,But an arm and a leg it cost ya just to walk through the officeConsultation chargesEnd up taking bigger bites than your portionAnd you was just online lookin at porschesNow your feelin tight pocket garbageCause your check bein garnishedNo cool grey area about itExecutives is black heartedThey could care less about repossessionsDisconnect the cell phonesAll evictions from apartmentsIt's no country for artistsTrap floor from under the carpetSongtexteFigured you'll fall for it Cause you're struggling and you're starvingThat don't mean your stupidReverse the gamePull the rug from them losersCarve your own laneStay true to your musicI'm watching myself do itI saw somebody else get close to itBut you know how it isThe good die young mostly over bullshitRecord Deals, Record Deals, Record Deals Aus Songtexte Mania