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Sucka ass niggas keep stealing The real ones keep building more shit Clown shit that I'm not feeling Too much, cut that bullshit, snuff they dealings Mainstream got it all fucked up You want the real dope then you gotta come to us Underground niggas papered up Fuck that award show Get 'em tickets to my bitch like "y'all go" I gotta get these bars wrote, that raw coke Musical key loads, boat loads, car loads Hollywood celebrity types and hood stars know You're existence is hanging in the balance bro Residuals is critical, we need them stacks kid Wake up to them bowls, no cereal Plane materials is how I flow If I write about it then believe it's what I know That's why it comes so easy to me You see literally I flow like a river current While them other niggas fronting, finna say fuck it Star write screen plays Swear my life like a movie in so many ways Aw man I'ma kill a niggas spirit when I pull up in this The kid cruising by without going into the event SongtexteCrew members in attendance so I'm represented well I was in the studio with that triple beam scale New Beamers, swerve 'em in the rain, make 'em fishtail Reckless, though I mean well My intentions were good, but my niggas too hood You was talking down on the set and it got back to 'em Now my dog highly upset, I gotta watch what he doing Cuz if he catch you slipping he might do something stupid I worked to hard for this to see my niggas lose and being foolish I was aware the snakes was there when I moved in But that money make it easier for home improvements Make sure that you trust your shooters The closest ones to ya be the ones that'll do ya I ain't have to tell ya Aus Songtexte Mania