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Uh... Nothing but... Tell the truth, do I? I been in the game, OG Seen fools blow up and blow it, you know it Prophetized by the perpetually high poet I been thru it so free game I got to throw it to the listeners Gifted in the art of deciphering rhymes Conjured up in the confines of a powerful mind Between the cars and broads, you're sure to find The story of a man who drew his own guidelines Inspirational, ain't it? The way shorty set his goals tall and attained'em Professional brushstrokes on canvasses Finger-painting amateurs, can't handle it you do best to stay in your pajamas, kid Blew my high when you came in with them cameras Questions and peanut gallery suggestions I hear some drummers comin' from your section, that's cool But we got our own beat to walk to, fool! Uh, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle Tell the truth, do I look like a role model? To the kid that chose me to follow... Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas SongtexteI'm, drinkin' from the lemonade bottle Now tell the truth, do I look like a role model? To the kid that chose me to follow... Life ain't nothin but bitches and Impalas Nigga! Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas, yea Lyin' ass bitches, thievin' ass partners... To the kid that chose me to follow, Life ain't nothin' but bitches and Impalas Thievin' ass bitches, lyin' ass partners... yea Aus Songtexte Mania