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Yeah, ah, yeah Yeah, uh, uh, yeah I heard they was talkin' shit about me, yeah, fuck 'em though I ain't really pressed, I got shooters everywhere I know You know they can't stop it, you know we gon' pop shit Couple racks in my pocket, you know they can't stop it, yeah I can't even lie, man, yeah, I been broke before Buy my bitch some Gucci, open toe and she emotional You know they can't stop it, you know we some bosses Stack them bricks like some houses, we came up from the losses Yo, what you know 'bout struggles? Yeah What you know 'bout hustle? Yeah Big boss like Russel, yeah Bust it down, no shuttle, yeah First I got off my mama couch Then I went bought my mom a house Then I went to your daughter house Kill that pussy like slaughter house, yeah I done been through so much shit, don't know how to lose I just might go and meet the plug up in Honolulu First I got that check, they be talkin' out they neck Swear I got play like chess 'cause I'ma win with no regrets, yeah Quit all that cappin', we ain't havin' it, man Shout out to trouble, who reppin' it, man SongtexteI got shooters who gon' splatter your brain Got a bitch from Hooters, who be servin' the wings Yeah, I got Royce with me Yeah, Royce, Royce with me Yeah, I buy more Fendi Yeah, all these foreigns with me I heard they was talkin' shit about me, yeah, fuck 'em though I ain't really pressed, I got shooters everywhere I know You know they can't stop it, you know we gon' pop shit Couple racks in my pocket, you know they can't stop it, yeah I can't even lie, man, yeah, I been broke before Buy my bitch some Gucci, open toe and she emotional You know they can't stop it, you know we some bosses Stack them bricks like some houses, we came up from the losses Know I took a couple losses Trappin' hard in apartments Got the game from the OGs Couple lame niggas showed me Got to keep them same niggas round me A couple chains, not too much bling I stay down with these Cuban links No way I'm lyin', you can Google me Might be fine but what you gon' do for me? You might be a dime but you slackin' 3 Hard times back in '03 My last time I had to pack and leave Still grindin', me and Kap G You gon' shine, just keep on pushin' Caught 'em by surprise with this one Hope when I die, I be real one Got to multiply when you get it Look in his eyes so you can feel me I know you gon' ride with the king I know you gon' slide with the stick You know I was a proper king Know I was a doctor with them bricks You know I had to ask 'em on them streets Had to pack it, watch 'em holdin' me Glock is on me 'cause I heard they was talkin' shit about me, yeah, fuck 'em though I ain't really pressed, I got shooters everywhere I know You know they can't stop it, you know we gon' pop shit Couple racks in my pocket, you know they can't stop it, yeah I can't even lie, man, yeah, I been broke before Buy my bitch some Gucci, open toe and she emotional You know they can't stop it, you know we some bosses Stack them bricks like some houses, we came up from the losses Talkin' shit, fuck 'em though Aus Songtexte Mania