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[Intro] Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you [Verse 1] The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me It's levels to this shit, it's different categorize Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry Talkin bout, man that nigga don't deserve that shit Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some I love getting brain, that never made me dumb All that did was made me cum Swear these hoes made me numb Only feelings for this bitch You been shoulda gave me some I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs SongtexteDrink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it Where I been? Getting to it Going through and getting through it Running round killing shit And telling cops I didn't do it That's why they call me Young OG And ima spit this dope shit until my tongue o.d. I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG She got me chillin in my city but my lungs o.t. And fuck them niggas online, reply why? Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi [Outro: Ving Rhames] You know the problem with you lil niggas? You think you know everything about the damn world You don't know shit Well I see you got yourself a lil business going Well that's good, that's good You make that paper When you making, paper you gotta learn some rules too You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter It's two types of niggas in this world Niggas with guns and niggas with butter Now what are guns? The guns, that's the realist thing It's stocks and bonds Artwork What you know the shit I appreciate with value What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry All that other bullshit They don't mean shit after you buy it That is what it's all about Guns and butter baby Lil dumb motherfuckers Aus Songtexte Mania