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How can I give this all up This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys, with these keys Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands Remember when I cut the Ice hublot with the rubber band Made 30K this week I'm nothing like them other man I'm on a different level now but I don't think they understand Last year I would have stressed my pockets if I copped a Range Funny how in a couple months, how luck could change Old niggas on the track, bragging 'bout watch and chain Next album I'll probably rap about jets and planes Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle 'round the Porsche Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust Shit was slow, mandem was moving like some scavengers Never going broke again I'm cool with all the traffickers Jazzy said chill and let them young bucks spray them tools Think they hating now, it's when I upgrade my jewels My lil' niggas know a nigga spend a monkey on some shoes Trappin' from a distance cause see them junkies from these views Grew up 'round some of the best niggas to do it Now we fucking with them Albo's and like the Mexicans in Europe SongtexteThey don't play me on the radio but I don't give a fuck I've buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it out How can I give this all up This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys, with these keys Empty boxes got me nauseous Six burning phones in my faucet We buy phones and we wash 'em Digging holes to find a million dollars [?], ain't sweet I've been broke, same clothes for a week Fresh off the plane I see badges fuck the D.E.A This piece costs a couple more G's, when it leave the States Started from the bottom, where the [?] I'm ridin' round dirty in this Honda, I don't need the Wraith They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case Cookies with the cheese, [?] bring me strains Bring the jack back, I'm smoking for the JA Black hoodie with the AK Dirty money bring the devil out, bag the lemonade Put my gloves on, then we send 'em out 80 for a 20 pack, yeah I'm talking locally Here in the city, I'm still getting [?] The rest of them getting 2, they can't even sell 'em though I could never sell 'em low, I'd rather be selling blow Talking on the telephone, now he's never coming home The dope gang dirty yeah, they don't love you until you're gone How can I give this all up This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys, with these keys Aus Songtexte Mania