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Yeah man, you know what I'm saying? AlreadyYou crazy for this one!Fresh out the belly of the island into the heart of the cityT and them just hit the road, I had Sage and Nak and 'em with meI thought the fodder was pretty so I approached herMy first apartment was really covered with roachesCause niggas was really smokingGotta say that as of late I been busy with business mostlyGot a tape? Catch a wave, now you in the industry oceanMissing out on your boat, I been figuring out my own fishHome gets distant, we working, I'm on the road againCold and his spirits is bursting up out the Trojan, manFridge full of spirits and the crib mirror mirrorLet me hear why the niggas that's the peers see and hear usThen mimmick the fucking motions, manKeep the circle close, let them niggas front in the cul-de-sacsFriendly with the chosen, the rest is getting the poker handFace-drinking smoker, it help me duck when emotion jabFame is the culprit who give me drugs without owing cashSipping 'til I meltNever trying me, I'm diving, falling victim to myselfMiddle finger to the helpWhen it's problems I don't holler, rather fix 'em all myselfWhen it's looking like it's quiet for you this the shit to yellSongtexteThis the shit right, yup, keep your chin high upCause when she ain't fucking with you then her friend mightLet you get up inside, yup, let this shit rideYou don't get it rocking like we do on this side, niggaI blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paperAnd lately I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily Aus Songtexte Mania