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Time's like these people wanna get high Real high and real fast And this is gonna do it And make us rich Until I make that double X.L., them critics tell me I ain't nice Said I ain't doing it right until I cop myself some ice But I'm a blood diamond, either way I shine bright I break bread with my family, even if it was a slice But I'm working on my loaf, being broke ain't no joke Before this rap shit I used to hit the flyest hoes Way before this rap shit my good game been Polo And they tell my I ain't shit until I'm sitting on twenty-four's Ain't that cold, getting whipped over with a trunk full of O's He on his last leg, three strikes plus parole That's just another story 'bout a kid who tryna' blow No Bruce Leroy but bet this ghetto boy glow And I'm the people's choice, bet I make em pass the torch The ball in my court, free my niggas who got court I'm riding on some Bonnie and Clyde shit You know, us against the world, me and my girl, and I'm out Aus Songtexte Mania