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[Verse 1:] Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch Cause it keep getting bit I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in My sports car internet star Killing niggas digitally like they SOCOM I'm so calm in the mist of the storm Nonchalant, but I'm very aware what's going on Fuck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on More than one, no shots I'm just making it known I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop Shit wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me Ya'll don't want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky Do your research, homework, history Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors White as my bottom bitch Mercedes White as squares on the checkered flag when it's waving We winning, needless to say it Throw some away and some to the cleaners Champagne stain shit, Spitta get lifted like sanctions SongtexteVocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me Jet life til the Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up But for now, I'm a live my life lit up That coupe got some get up Foreign supermodel pent up Inside of it she doing chin ups I'm riding home boy, you should come get up [Hook:] Pandemonium, four black SUV's on the road for him When he landing, pandemonium Bitches running up, not sure which one he rolling in Yeah man, pandemonium Throwback flow, Deloreans petroleum King Jahphi Joe had his women throw roses on the floor for him Pandemonium (yeah) [Verse 2:] Side betting at the street races 10, 000, my wager on that Camaro with the craters My eyes completely asian, but open the scoping for haters They hoping I'm off on my basis Swear this weed so elegant, we should grow the shit in vases Niggas you scared of, see me in clubs in St. Casius They in the streets, I'm in the rap game similar risks we both taken Parking dope boy rides outside my enterprise celebrating Cause both of our sides made it Continuous elevation, I exhibited faith and Patience, at the same time I went and got mine I wasn't waiting, it's a thin line might wanna count your paces Before you cross it, this game a come up and losses That's trill boss shit, what you know about it Pandemonium, feel like when a bad bitch come roll for him (Yeah) Aus Songtexte Mania