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Only nigga with deal that's still independent That means I do what I want, I don't feel like forgetting The fact that I'm the realist out The fact I just made my own label, I could probably give a stack to all my niggas now Handling my business, tryna get mansion for my sisters I'ma grind until I'm Branson with the riches, I'm handsome I get bitches Love 'em and then I leave 'em, leave 'em and then I love 'em Never want 'em when I need 'em Been checking my surroundings, I just got check and that ain't bouncing Might just go and spend a couple thousands Might chip up with Jevon on couple houses Music money nice but I'm tryna stack up my bread to the mountains Getting money I need forever money I need never ever ever forget it money If my brother ever need a hand then he get from me What yours is mine, I share it like Sonny And its different type of feeling, when the odd one out is getting even And they tryna draw you out but you can see them Heart to still freezing, and my aunts still the reason that I'm breathing Only see red when I'm bleeding Tried to paint me as a demon Had to save my goals like I'm Seamann 'Bout to make the most of my freedom Fuck em I don't need em Talking about a king thats treason I'm pretty like Trinna Carter, my supremin' season SongtexteIt's Mr crazy flow slash Mr making dough SOS no Mikey and Mo, I had to save my soul I just done five in row somebody take my home I hit six then I'm Brian Lara just watch the way I bowl I stayed up, I'm flying Zara I need a change of clothes Shower in the gym and then I'm set like a paving stone Brush my teeth in the studio, then I spray cologne Ready for the day ahead, I'm way up and way ahead I'm flying in booth, If I'm sleeping with my babes that means I'm lying with the truth Contradictory she's missing me, It's fire when I shoot Let me do me, all chicks admiring the yout, "I'm like who me?" Used have a chip on both of my shoulders Sims inside the Motorola phone, in the motor of rollers All my Gs fresh now, used to crow from the olders Remember when crept out the house I was rolling with Konan Listening to Giggs When he made gorillas in the mist, I was riding with some drillers in the six Seven is my zone, I was never ever in my home I was rolling through the ghetto with my bros Devil in my dome, coulda marked if I backed the 32 Used to roll with the beretta in my coat Little amaretto with the coke, cut the the brown with the blade All my niggas used sell a little dope Used to hide nines in the block If you you payed the fee guns are less likely to pop I was tryna rise to the top from day dot I was rotten, I was really tryna write niggas off Aus Songtexte Mania