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Y'all really know man that real shit Fifty thirteen shit Twenty twelve shit Type a shit that be going through my mind like When I'm seeing dollars sounds like Gold bars are obstacles I climb Illuminator haters find light And they shitting on them niggers too That's why I wake up feeling like the truth And that nigger won't be stopped Hard hustle, just to take the pot Niggers scheme every day Just to make a plot Read between the lines And connect the dots Yeah we living in tomorrow Twenty twelve, Bentley clip Full of hollows Them niggers getting it in on the battle field Ten chain, five rounds, soldier lack of fear Who knows man? This just might Fifty stars, thirteen stripes Making history on a daily basis Some people love it Some people hate it SongtexteI see it in their faces You got the right grind I'm not trying to get left on the sideline So every think I wake up to thank God Check the guide lines on the damn ground A pin is on my timeline I'm putting it out Real music's from the very start And I do it fucking big cause they say I couldn't And I do it even bigger cause they say I wouldn't Rolling numbers with a pair of dice SODMG that's paradise I'm going out Smoking as I flow Me and y'all got this rap shit in the yo Couple helicopters, cribs and a boat Who the fuck's stopping us? And they pointing blocks for us Standing outside all night did a lot for books Can't take nothing away from me Aus Songtexte Mania