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[Intro: Rick Ross] Yeah We came in Anguilla More money than you ever heard of Gotta master the art of living young nigga Ain't never think id get this much nigga Let man explain it to them Oh Lord please don't stop baby [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I seen a home boy die in cold blood Eyes rolled in his head weren't no love His mamma sold pussy that it was a fiend He from a place where niggas don't believe in dreams [Repeat] Niggas snorting potty get your head right Get your dick sucked sitting at the red light Now you catching cases, talking home invasions How you get upon how the fuck you playing Can't be playing games on the home field Open up like a God on that dome peel We ain't had shit when we went to school Now it's flat screens up in every room Nigga do the math, got you full of crap Tub full of money, candy on the slat SongtexteTeflove underneath my fresh tag Bellhobble walking out with 40 bags I can fuck a model for an autograph 8 cars, still make her call a cab Shout out to Def Jam Shout out to Waner Brothers Shout out to Dope boy, we all need each other I'm in Anguilla, I'm smoking killa We run the game, pussy boy go cry a river [Hook: Chief Keef] A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like [Verse 2: Kanye West] (This Chicago, nigga!) They smile in my face is what I don't like They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite The media crucify me like they did Christ They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite But I never hit a woman never in my life I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right? But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life We hanging out that window it's about to be a Suge night Free Bump J, real nigga for life Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right? Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? right?! [Hook] [Verse 3: Chief Keef] (Young Chop on the beat) Fake Gucci, that's that shit I don't like Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe Screaming Sosa, that's that nigga that I like I don't want relations, I just want one night Cause a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life And I stunt so much in clothes, cause I'm living life I come up on the scene, and I'm stealing light Bitch I'm high off life, got me feeling right Bitch I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like And bitch we GBE, we just go on sight [Hook] [Verse 4: JadaExplainkiss] I done sold purple, I done sold white Running outta work, that's that shit I don't like She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice She blowing up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania