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Man, starting five when it's game time Talking drugs on my main line That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you Ain't have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at I can vision this shit, had a dream Call me Jay Luther King Now I woke up and I'm living this shit Time change, people change too Never let the people change you Pack made it safe, we straight Pull off in a cocaine coupe Got two snow bunnies with me One Becky one named Sue Sue don't really do what Becky do Becky sexual with the crew (gang) 2000 at HollyGrove This the year of the Mula I put that on Mula Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe I need a bitch from Aruba She say my dick like a ruler She lemme fuck her medula Then I pass that hoe to Euro When it come to head, that hoe better than Super I'm gone SongtexteWait, I think I'm made for this shit I got the way with this shit Grind everyday for this shit Every night bad hoes Shop open no closed Make money, stack mo I guess this what they ask fo' Wait, yeah Mula Gang Mula Gang Yeah, yeah Mula Gang Mula Gang Check I'ma do 'em like Big Meech This strip club's in '03 Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT Keith Moore with a low fade Fiends still in the Stone Age Goons in the crowd strapped ho They don't clap while I'm on stage! Side talk, I'm immune to Been the new kid in the new school I ain't too fond of the new school I'm an old soul in a young man Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through Two cokes still a hot boy But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up I think I'm made for this shit Wait, I think I'm made for this shit I got the way with this shit Grind everyday for this shit Every night bad hoes Shop open no closed Make money, stack mo I guess this what they ask fo' Wait, yeah Mula Gang Mula Gang Yeah, yeah Mula Gang Mula Gang I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to play yall all fail I got fish scale, I got four scales I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope deals Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie Bitches call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right L-A-T Moms just hard on me with grades Had to turn them B's to A's Now im turning words to paper Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread I ain't burn the bread Man the Golden State turning more than heads Take it in my hand, turn it into bread Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears Don't try to son me Reg I'll knock ya off the ledge I'll pop off on sketch Praying like pledge, bullets gon' spread Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass Handguns in the console I'm a shark in the fishbowl Running plays on my rich hoes Sunny days in the North Pole I'm a play, play my part hoe Turn a rock to the charcoal Heart thrives but my heart closed Short ride on a long road Long days and them long nights Big dogs and we all bite Big words just all hype Small talk, large price Alright, not nice Heart cold, hot ice She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 'em out Niggas run in your house waiting on my count Bitches in they house waiting on my call Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang Yes Lord I think I'm made for this shit Wait, I think I'm made for this shit I got the way with this shit Grind everyday for this shit Every night bad hoes Shop open no closed Make money, stack mo I guess this what they ask fo' Wait, yeah Mula Gang Mula Gang Yeah, yeah Mula Gang Gang, gang Mula Gang Aus Songtexte Mania