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Yeah I got a fully loaded cartridge and thoughts and enemies Rhymes razor sharp, that's that rawkus energy My heart pump Hennessy Veins pump Don Julio, rock rubies Assorted color stones in the jewelry Picture that A nigga delegatin' with diplomats Used to pitch nickel sacks Now I can shit a stack Im on it Defecatin' on your rap performers Appeal, more the Mass And Fash passed enormous I don't get excited, I get ignited Burn like a brush fire when I write it Barb-wire for those bitin' Titan in the ring, Tyson when I swing Python, when the mic's on, I strike harm Madre know I'ma drug dealer uh Tecate sippin, my mug's rippin Compadre stealin', the slug peelin' Nonsense, crip'n & blood spillage in the village No remorse shown, no love given, nigga F-A-S-H-A-W-N SongtexteNo, you don't know how much trouble you in No, they just hustle, I hustle to win Don't say I'm done, just say I've done it again Homie If it ain't the shells, its the gazelles If I'm not still in a cell, I'm out on bail Dirty, is what's under my nails, off the rail Young homie will fuck up a scale, he hustle well Count kale off of sellin' broccoli, never fail Cocky, you can tell, cock is 2XL Block had to bail Look like, I just ate rock lobster All these shells, shocked, you lookin pale Why? Cause I prevailed, a hassa for the nail You hot huh? Is it cause yo pockets lookin frail? Memoirs of a Mobsta with a tale Wrote pop like im Pharrell Pop pop, two rappers fail I once was a poster boy for poverty Until I hit the lottery 'Po, something you gotta see You niggas will never figure me out I figured that, figures is what this shit is about Motha fucka! F-A-S-H-A-W-N No, you don't know how much trouble you in No, they just hustle, I hustle to win Don't say I'm done, just say I've done it again F-A-S-H-A-W-N No, you don't know how much trouble you in No, they just hustle, I hustle to win Don't say I'm done, just say I've done it again Aus Songtexte Mania