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You can depend on Cud Life to kill it Having guillotine dreams with my enemies, oh See 'em in the ditch, see 'em out, hit the exit Can't stand to hear a bitch nigga mouth I took a hook in the road to get in the mode, geronimo Get in my jeans, white tee, Cleveland fitted Hoes know me 'round the map, I can't hide the old summers Hit the fuse and I lit it The rest unfolds, tell me, how the fuck does he does it? Levels unreachable, can't pin 'em to a mole It's like a nigga been here before, shit is a bore My thoughts soar in the AM Slay them like a machine round the clock with the 12 gauge aim Telling Satan to fuck off, hated the hand I was given Tossed that shit back, like God must be kidding And not for a nigga like me, not for the family Not for the similar plans I just dumped And I made simple choices, her voices follow No, can't stop a man with passion These hoes don't distract a god, I am no clown Grown man laying the stones all around in my throne My kingdom, throwing from space Fuck all expressions on face, this is the case I'm in place to be great, hmm No fakes, raising the stakes I'm in place to be great, hmm, hmm, hmm SongtexteUh, doing music, TV and movies sitting on the floors we ain't heard of And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here) Running laps around these hoes (for years!) Running the game with no cheat codes Unfuckwittable with two T's nigga, who else but Cud Give a mother fuck I does it, I, I, I does it and, I does it yeah I, I, I does it yeah, I, I does it yeah, oh, oh, oh Nigga, I does it yeah, oh, I, nigga I does it yeah Oh, oh, oh, I does it yeah, I does it yeah, oh, oh The little kiddo cuz from [?] The kush in the lungs, the bush in the lungs Awaken the dope awaken your soul Got the homies in the hood and they ready to rage on Fast lane pushing to the limit Uh enjoy the spoils but no baskin' in it But see I really wanna get me a farm and grow crop, live with some girls who love me and this cock The more I grow the more I double in powers Non ambitious for cowards, trippy go for toes Won't be a drone clone, half hearted Sheep in the heard, brainwashed to low cause And if I piss people off along the way, bonus Cause these niggas are stale chips, all around thinking they're fresh with the stale shit And corny bitches need corny niggas that's well fit God has a plan for everybody but I'm it, chosen Scotty bout to even the mood, get lost in the tomb Say we are, we are, the knights in the world The sun up, sunny side up, running from you, taking the que Having a drink Here's to you, you, you, and you Salute Hmmm, I bet you would do Salute Uh, doing music, TV and movies sitting on the floors we ain't heard of And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here) Running laps around these hoes (we is) [?] Unfuckwittable with two T's nigga, who else but Cud Give a mother fuck I does it, I, I, I does it and, I does it yeah I, I, I does it yeah, I, I does it yeah, oh, oh, oh Nigga, I does it yeah, oh, I, nigga I does it yeah Oh, oh, oh, I does it yeah, I does it yeah, oh, oh Aus Songtexte Mania