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[Hook] They say they love Hip-Hop? Niggas not speakin' brilliant Plot my next 2 albums, they gon' make me each a million I just want the bad hoes, and I wanna reach the children Take all my royalties and go and buy a Pisa buildin' I didn't do my homework, still watched Rap City Seen y'all niggas ride around in them black Bentleys 10 years later I'm like damn how niggas broke? Then wanna try to hate on me? I'm like nigga "No" [Verse 1] Never fall in love with the game, I might hit and go Just take a nigga to the sto' when my Henn is low $100 dollar bill dice game yellin' 10 to fo' Westside, OPM 4 Life, yea y'all niggas know Gave a lot of music out for free instead of bein' sold But deep down in my little heart man that shit is gold Shot my videos with my cousin, man that shit was cold Niggas couldn't tell me back then I wasn't Big or Hov Now they make songs with no soul just to bathe in gold Fuck it I know how the shit go - I paid a 'roll You need to spend more time rappin' 'stead of makin' clothes You know I be out in Miami, bunch of naked hoes This year I might stay home, catch Taste of Soul Take a girl up to Kenneth Hahn to the Laker stroll Have a party for all my niggas, who ain't make it home SongtexteCuz hard times in Los Angeles? it'll make you cold So I can't sign no papers, we ain't in control I rather be back on Vernon, eatin' Pollo bowls Real hood specials, 4 dollars and shit We talkin' all street knowledge, no college and shit [Hook] [Outro] Aus Songtexte Mania