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From the block to the top, Buddha baggies in the sockOnly thing that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of stockUsed to beg mom dukes for lunch moneyHoneys used to run from me when pockets was dust bunniesNow what's funny is we done came up and conqueredEven the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to YonkersThough them gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep that drama awayDon't fuck with thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' thetapeThey launchin' out strays, I'm tryin' not to get sprayedWhether a spitter or a quitter behind the trigger,approaching his preyHis eyes bigger, won't stop to considerWhat's right or wrong, because it's hard liquor that'sinside his liverBut that's just daily routineThe streets are cooped fiendsWhether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreamsBetter choose the right schemeCause you could think you're cool with your nice thingsBut get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beamBut that's just daily routineThe streets are cooped fiendsWhether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreamsSongtexteBetter choose the right schemeCause you could think you're cool with your nice thingsBut get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beamTraded in my Nikes for a new micI guess it's safe to say he sold soul for his new lifeLike they were tryna blind us, but we know the true designerThey didn't wanna see us find the divinersSo now we hit the vines up day and nightOn the regular, I know my momma prayin' likeShe want me reach my aims in life, but just stay in sightSo I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost myesteemThe Pro Era crew recruitin' in them fiends by the boat loadNigga caught a wave and now he surfin' coastalThey don't feel the name but they say the music dope thoughFuck it, that's how it's supposed to go, these bloggers tooemotionalThey'll be postin' you until labels start inter-scopin' youBy then, it's wild late and I'll be chillin' where I layCause I'd rather see the top than to be livin' where I layImbalances in my Kundalini, they tryna put two through mybeanieWish you well, tryin' to poof a genieBut that's just daily routineThe streets are cooped fiendsWhether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreamsBetter choose the right schemeCause you could think you're cool with your nice thingsBut get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beamBut that's just daily routineThe streets are cooped fiendsWhether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreamsBetter choose the right schemeCause you could think you're cool with your nice thingsBut get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beamBut that's just daily routineThe streets are cooped fiendsWhether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreamsBetter choose the right schemeCause you could think you're cool with your nice thingsBut get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beamBut that's just daily routineThe streets are cooped fiendsWhether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreamsBetter choose the right schemeCause you could think you're cool with your nice thingsBut get wiped clean for ice creams when the lights beam Aus Songtexte Mania