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Huuuh I call my brother Sun cause he shine like... noon time My last on the turnpike, maneuvering minds GT5 My nerves is ice And I wouldn't change none of it at hind sight, believe this Cause if I wouldn't have been that then I wouldn't be this Inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper Walkin the walk, and running over them haters Outlining the chalk, the conversation is deaded Cause I'm living for the loot n you wasn't talkin no bread biiitch Cake all layerish, playa all himalayerish, got the 420 vision Rollin doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision My rocket furnishes, projection screens built in my ceilings I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really livin This jet life, tennis shoes n tuxedos Them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin mosquitoes Don't work, they just cryin, whinin, fuckin pinot grigio You need to get on your grind Stack a stack of dead people, that concussive presidential time For that cash I brung a clean tag, this is mine Fuck you doin with that... dough Az holdin the baby, peepin the whole scene, I'm bout to blow You know... Aus Songtexte Mania