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[Hook:] When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me run dat shit Run dat shit Run dat shit When I'm off in the zone my niggas tellin me [Verse 1:] Shit for high priced SUVs Long nights palm trees Cuff link sleeves Them niggas ain't these Extraordinary gentleman This is the league Wrinkle free Pimpin my stocks crate like 915 Jet cole make watergate look like a hair-brain scheme Your hoes wanna be taken no leaving this [?] And on the scene Blue waters White sands Sticky green Enough niggas talk shit Jet niggas talk rich Porches, fortress, horses afford this Then try step up SongtexteYa'll got me messed up Basketball shorts on red carpet My girl dressed up, and I'm coolin I'm just at the premier cause my homeboy was in the movie I would be hoopin on my front yard point guard shit With my neighbors son OG shit I do cause I truly am one [Hook] [Verse 2:] And they still trying to build that case Want me to pay for murdering all these tapes What can I say it's still money over bitches We stick to the script here Magazine pictures Credit every stitch that I wear Never been one of those caught up in the fab They say it's out of style I bring that shit back Designers know it makes sense to chop it and burn hash And let me skim through their next season sketch pad I'm never mad Just mad high my guy From this altitude you wipe a doves tears when they cry The forefather of the fly No paternity test your style got my eyes left And it's Jets til the motherfucking next Life So sweet candy stripes on my Vette If I say it I show it You think I get it for free how I smoke it My dude wanted loot but he tossed me a few free O's and shit All these rappers need is a hook to go and fish For crappy deals but I'm way too real Muthafuckas kept half assing until Warner Bros. came to the table With the table Now there's room for my whole set Now my niggas able Eat til we got the itis Bitch we on fire Marlo on the screen yeah bitch we on the wire You talking too much bitch go sit up there with the driver Aus Songtexte Mania