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Ice running through my veins, I'm the coldest, just give me half the time I be running with it like I stole it You would notice if you paid attention properly and play the lottery I work with better odds, my favorite game is Monopoly You copy me, get it? Understand I'm a prodigy Ain't no stopping me and my movement, man, this is prophecy This probably the reason why the trying to sell economy Ever far along in the sequel, but no apology You ever hear inaudibly come from my lips Like Beyonce adding aberrations, ain't gonna say shit Won't be no prerecording it either, I just give them the ether Freddie up on the feature, you should know the procedure Fool, don't act like you don't hear the chicks singing the song Y'all made me a believer, out to get it at all costs Like a young mob boss, go getter, going out like this was V for Vendetta Trend setter, I'm the coldest You're drawn to the side S with the line, flew in, bout to fall from the sky Just some thoughts for the mind I'll take a glimpse at the time What's the plan? Believe the world is mine And my mentality is money orientated Money orientated, anything for the paper And my mentality is money orientated Money orientated, anything for the paper Songtexte Fuck the world and everything in it Drive away from the pigs, the same thing really And if you' then we got them fangs in it 454 in my motor, work with some change in it Jumped off of that label and started my own shit Don't need no nigga to hold my dick, bitch, I'm all on my own flip Say my attitude like Nicky from the zino I'll probably die buried alive, Freddy Tarantino Keep your shoe box and your rubber bands Rocking dope, I'm racked up 'I lay back in my lectra Every nigga from my hood tryina make 100 stacks plus Looks like every nigga is born as actor, get wrapped up All I wanna do is smoke a stoggy and get loaded And go fuck with my old bitch and my new hoe got demoted But once I'm with this dick, I don't know, she might just jump back on it Got my dough hoe and my blow right off the coast of California Bitch, we robbing, bitch, you holding You're drawn to the side S with the line, flew in, bout to fall from the sky Just some thoughts for the mind I'll take a glimpse at the time What's the plan? Believe the world is mine And my mentality is money orientated Money orientated, anything for the paper And my mentality is money orientated Money orientated, anything for the paper Money orientated, legacy on my conscience Long as I did it my way, then fuck a pro, I ain't bothered Don't bother popping off with the lips Like dropping the flame in a Molotov mix Now with your best in, 'fuck a flame thrower Harder than the south, bitch, we can't change, came over Painted over your little tags with end to end burners I've been a quick learner, to win, I went further 'how to drive like ' Put my foot to the floor so hard that I broke the pedal Killing everything you think that I made a pact with the devil Ain't no high strings that you can pull on so fuck Geppetto I'm my own puppet master, pour a glass of vodka, sitting in mi casa You ain't in my clasa, you bastards are further just stall my ability Got you sweating me but I never feel the humidity My AC is on, nothing in this world that can take me on So pump your breaks, be gone, I'm looking way beyond What's within my reach, I'm tryina grow my wings, span till I got down some beat From Oakland City, the new Deli to Gary, Indiana The world gonna be my oyster and don't come on a platter If they don't wanna bet it, they know I do Then I'mma keep taking it as long as I'm alive So try stopping me, man Aus Songtexte Mania