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Nigga pick up the phone, nigga. I just got back from back from my show, you woulda loved this shit, it was hella hoes, nigga. Hella bitches, I stacked my bread up though, nigga, I think I'mma get this ring for Erica though, my nigga. Yeah, I think she the one, I want you to be the best man and shit my nigga, for real. Hit me when you get back my nigga Tell the streets I've been down for a minute Chop it up and let my real niggas finish Had the kitchen or the stove, pockets on swole Choppin' up them O's, I was gettin' it on the road I was ready for whatever man I remember I was sellin' things I let it go, I let it go Said I was ready for whatever man With some niggas, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go Yeah, Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga we ride Vogues This for you pussy ass niggas and you weak ass hoes I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don't see 5-0 License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my niggas Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the bitches Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention Why I was starvin' for attention? All she wanted is my attention All I wanna do is smoke and fuck her Thug it out and keep shit undercover Told myself that I would never love her But I cuss her out, blow up her phone SongtexteGet mad if another nigga touch her Insecure and in my motherfuckin' feelin's Thought that I was chasin' money, I was chasin' bitches But when the Lord gave me my daughter Helped me paint the picture Man all the shit I did, I'm blessed the streets ain't take a nigga Nigga I stay Ready for whatever man And some niggas, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go And I remember I was sellin' things I was ready for whatever man I let it go, I let it go Bentleys and Beamers, Impalas, Caprices I scope up Diego, my nigga, we beepin' My day run, we gang bang, we run off, we throw weight I murder for my dogs, we eat off the same plate We masked up, all my niggas masked up Did a show in Brooklyn, niggas tried to get me blast up Thought you was my nigga, hate to see me get my cash up Then some niggas hit me, hollows almost tore my ass up Your shooters was some actors Actin' ass niggas Scared to squeeze the trigger, some amateur ass niggas Used to hit the road and get stacks of them cash with them Only time I let me know when you were stabbed in the back nigga I remember we was sellin' things Came to you, I'd do whatever man I let it go, I let it go I was ready for whatever man I remember I was sellin' things I let it go, I let it go And I was ready for whatever man With some niggas, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga, we ride Vogues Fuck you pussy ass niggas and you weak ass hoes I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don't see 5-0 License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my niggas Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the bitches Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention Why I was starvin' for attention? All she wanted is my attention Fuck you bitches All my daughter want is my attention All she want is my attention, yeah So why am I starvin' for attention? All she want is my attention, hmm Starvin' for attention My daughter wants my attention Aus Songtexte Mania