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Triumph, look, mami told me that I gotta stop I don't think she see, I be the one that they immortalize So here I stand right before yo eyes Yo, tell this to yo children when you're fourtyfive My thoughts keep me up at night Eyes bloodshot red, nigga, that's work defines See, I told y'all I was more than high On my third time around, even Peter said he want it Even Jesus said the world is mine (Aye, yo, come on, dawg) I know I know I know I ain't God But it's still a perfect fit up in my palm (Is he serious or nah?) Style's furious as Lars, you know I don't get dropped off by mom I know I betta see a clean line I teach you both life, I'm bench pressin' and tellin' you what's mine And I dare you to respond Who wanna be the first who coped up a full line? Ain't wanna get shred and spread amongst lines And these muthafuckas really thought I tried Off of vic shit, when I drop her onion, niggas really gon' cry Straight piff, no stims, no sticks On my off day, I'm still on dicks, now spill on this I just wanna get payed, cause I'm barely gettin' mine Called up the homey, told him wanna get fire Prolems in my swisha, I just wanna ease my mind They ask why I was goin', and I replied (the sky) The sky the sky the sky the sky the sky The sky the sky the sky the sky the sky Aus Songtexte Mania