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But still, if one of their men is so ferocious Don't worry about it A disciple I'm well aware my kung-fu is unbeatable Brother, we're trapped That's when my heart turned cold I'm a product of the block We used to cook the product in the pot Add soda to turn the product into rock It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops In his hayday he probably put your father in a box In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot Mayday mayday, but no charge, I'm nutty with the bars That's a payday so bruh, this ain't even a bar This is AA, back up in the trunk with tha AK Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play ayy Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head We had dro' and po', suckers SongtexteRange Rovers flood up the rucker Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather Hold a MAC with no pump and [one-note?] the Grammy hour Cold chemists taste the flow It's numb meets copper rum, blunting off the get back Salute me then one, I'm out Off to the races, my blazers ain't patient They want to spray shit, get elephant blow [?] Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section Like I'm on Vicodin Fuck with the righteous men, and we fighting 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that's incredible The fliest, the most notorious bias, half of those lairs Off niggas heads like papayas Before I parley, Red lighting the Bob Marley So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's Everybody a boss, saying they time's money Women injections, leave 'em with odd bodies Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home training I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon I told Lighty, if I hate him, I'ma violate him I'm not a shooter, but I know shooters And if them shooters don't shoot up I'll go suit up, Redman and the W, it's televised We ain't them niggas Media telling hell of lies (fuck you) This a campfire of a vampire I don't sleep, but have a feast through the amplifier And every nigga got something to say I'm like, yeah okay, y'all corny anyway, Doc People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby) My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard You see more riders lined up, then you see at a theme park My queen hot, making the scene pop Routine op, online gangstas, I'm giving them screenshots Hard writing lyrics to God, right? Twisting the tale, sick as Hell Christian Bale from the Dark Knight On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog's like Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight Like this, like an IG pic Before the Seahawks twenty-four Lord, I been on that bee shit Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick Mike in the Billy Jean vid I got the streets lit Shining star, find another you gon' find it hard Certain death, Deck'll walk off with minor scars Defying the squad, defying the odds And the flow solitary just me behind the bars Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology Sharp mathematically Certified, recognized by every eye world wide Back to the streets of the do or die hustler I understand politics consistent, never quits Superstar, write hits Come have a listen y'all Getting money flipping it Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back Watch the magnetic attract 'em club pack em They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I attacking 'em People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby) Aus Songtexte Mania