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Never half ass, only get the dopest from me Rollin with the homie Ski My dog Fatts, LBC Even if the pot was to drop and break Fiends'll still pay top dollar For the shake flakes, they could scrape Eating off these fine rhymes, like china plates Instrumentals in my Bentley on the interstate Millionares relate, cause I talk money My niggas on the grind say I talk for em Using this art as a talk forum To spark notions, to start motion Hope for the hopeless Ain't know it when I wrote it But my lines saved a man life When I met him he told me In a meet and greet line with a jernt Him and his girl rolled for me Thats why I keep going G, Totally Never half ass, only get the dopest from me Rolling with the homie Ski Smoking that spoken warrior tree Green leaves, frosty with THC Produce mo', Studio Judo Sell out shows to cop mo' Chevy 2 Do's SongtexteBuild another house just for me to park those This is Curren$y in muthafuckin' boss mode Currently running that Pilot Talk code Now raise your glasses if you want mo' We in the house like your closet though I'm in yo bitch like a spinal chord All up her back nigga, you don't like that But she love it, thats why she does it Never displaying affection when we out in public Cause muthafuckas looking, and shit'll look ugly So walk right past me homegirl, and do not say nuttin' Secret locations we meet at, and then we cuttin' Money discussions, when my bottom Momma pack twin Louis Vuitton duffles We coming up, with another plan to get it Make sure the truck big enough to load all the cash in it Ferrari's 40-Yard Dashing Vanishing, behind gated mansion's Smoking to the fact we always know that we would have it It's turning out greater than we even had imagined Bored with some luxuries, I never thought I'd haven't Im just happy that when i see my momma she laughing Stashing more weight, just in case she asks me But she'll never need it cause she'll already have it All of this coming from rapping bout Last night action Last night madness These other rappers is not even challenging Or raising the bar They sneaking under it Or trying to crawl past it We trying make classics here Throw that other shit in the trash its weird My dog Fatts LBC Aus Songtexte Mania