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ga I can make four more albums off memory!Ya’ll ain’t never goin be better than meI’m a do this till I’m 80Everybody wanna rhyme like HOVCause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the RoveClimbing in them hoesMind like a diamond I’ll blind you at the showsI don’t shine I glowI remind you of that dough, don’t I?Did I? Hustle the game just the thought aloneGive me a boner Coach cater to a commaCan’t out hustle a hustler, you can’t outplay a playerThis rap shit is a layupIn my former biz motherfuckers would spray yaIn the music biz motherfuckers just say stuffSpit on you and spray yeahniggas just play toughWhen the cameras on, When the cameras goneNiggas want to set up meetings‘Cause they know most likely when I see em’ I’m a setup a beatingWindows no tints, cars no rimsThat’s because we handle ours like grown menI ain’t touch a wheel since I drove the benzThat’s considered a coupe,nah I ain’t soupedSongtexteI was telling the truth and you Tom CruiseYou can’t handle ithandle it nigga is what I doI tried to be modest on Blueprint 2But ya’ll don’t respect modest, ya’ll respect madollarsYou got to believe I think like a artistBut my bills through the roof can’t do numbers like TheRootsNo disrespectI be trying to disconnectBut niggas keep pulling me back in, I’m trapped inMy pops got a liver disorderMy whole living's disordered, and I just got his living roomorderedAnd you wonder why the chip on my shoulder is more like abrick or a boulderYou’ll understand maybe when you get olderGot a hundred niggas on your dick saying you ought to recordlike thisOr what have you, niggas is back stabbing youBitches mad at you, ‘cause they can’t have youPress want to know about the daughter of MatthewNow it’s back to the hood againall black hood againBack to old ladies saying what I could’ve beenBack to the gats – you forgot I’m real good with themThey goin put a nigga in jail, oh wellIf I can’t, do it, homie it can’t be doneI’m the one – I’m not the two not the three not thefour the fiveI take the pain from my life pour it all asideTake my strain and my stride, take my ego and prideUsed them to kick down the door, brought my people insideAnd I hope you, ain’t think I wrote thisTo entertain you, cause that ain’t what I came to doI will bang you, I will act like orangutans doI give you hot wings turn niggas to angelsUnderstand my angle, I’m safety first, don’t make me actlike the safety that workTough niggas get it the worst, I’m begging you come for usI’m giving motherfuckers dirt comfortersNight night nigga take a dirt nap… I know you hear thefootsteps... Aus Songtexte Mania