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Still in the cuts with the money on the frontline My life's so real it's somethin like drumline Your hear that bass.. thats for the streets Argh he sell a little weed, thats enough for me to creep Burglary; it might turn into a raid, I need that mother fucking cake I dont celebrate, my birthday is the worst way if they still rap It must be birthday Cause I keep getting presents or maybe its Christmas I got trees.. in the ceiling, you know what im sayin.. Catch me on international thats my other traphouse, i buy pussy from the bottom and i'm up 50 from the crackhouse.. They stole my swag and they.. went Pop... I might have to go Pop, Your trendy The only time that I shop, is when i'm talking bags Or when i'm talking blocks Literally; I'll serve your fucking block, I meet bosses.. That ship off orders. I meet bosses that front off money You need a mil? Yeah! Bitch fuck with me! You're thirsty bitch, I'm talking bout a dinner plate I'll smack you bitches and i'll smack the dealer I came from the crack bitch, ask yourself who realer? If we really got beef, I do no mask killin' I'm my own bodyguard and i'm my Own J Simpson. I'm my own Al Capone and bitch i'll definitely go get em' Give up my seat, but I can't stand snitchin', won't fuck me in my ass, cause I'll kill your bitch ass SongtexteGot a lot of hate and pain, I wonder where that sprouted from? Most dudes you know like me; You know they outcome I got a lot of problems, so i smoke blunts, I (don't) give a fuck about a charge, nigga its waterfront. West Berkeley! Yeah Down to South Berkeley, I push that line up, every time that i grind up Bang! And make sure that my soldiers line up Because everytime i open up them blocks i want them lines up Aus Songtexte Mania